❝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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"LISA, LEMME THROUGH," seethed Namjoon through gritted teeth, the said person blocking the pathway to Taehyung's bedroom, her muscles tightened and expression deadly. The tall man's hair was standing up as if clenched in furious fists one too many times, his eyes bloodshot- danger.
Lowly, with lidded eyes, Lisa asserts, arms crossed over her maroon sweatshirt, "Sir. The door is locked from inside, and Mr Kim is sleeping in. Please, turn back, come again next t—"
A hoarse voice emits from behind the shut door, the man named Kim Taehyung finally roused, "Come on in, Namjoon," he says, and the click of the door cuts through the heavy, tension-gripped air. Whisking past Lisa's rigid frame, Namjoon barged in the room to witness Taehyung's bare back, torso wrapped in a towel as water trickled down from his head and trailed the smooth curve of his melanin skin, disappearing when it reaches the fluff-covered waist.
The young man turns around, a malicious curve etched on his striking features, the slant of the lips and one cocked brow earned a marble hard glare from the older one who lets out, fists balled, "Taehyung, I thought we were acquaintances."
A muscle twitches underneath Namjoon's gentle face, his stance wavering as he fathoms the incredulity of broken trust. "Taehyung, why?" He knew, through his extended ears in Daegu, that the FIA in Seoul were tipped of his, Namjoon's, visitation in the Purple Bar, which was once infamous in the early '90s for deals and law-breaking activities.
There was only one evidence that could have given away his alibi— the CCTV cameras fixed around the Purple Bar.
Only Kim Taehyung had access to the cameras.
Scoffing, Taehyung pulls on a jet black button down to conceal the toned, refined structure of his alluring abdomen. "You know why, Namjoon." The rain crashed outside the see-through window pane, a series of emotions sweeping Namjoon's face, who falls silent, unmoving and adapts a steely stature. Fixing the collar absently, Taehyung further explains with the air of a carefree man, "You know what your ex-husband's job is, don't you?"
"Yeah," answers Namjoon with a clipped tone, "Yeah, I know that."
The humour in the other's devilish smirk intensifies, who utters softly, "The agent working for our case was under him. Under Kim Seokjin." Seconds elapsed as Namjoon took in the information, still stiff as a brick, eyes cold as marble before Taehyung picks up again, "In order to disrupt the agency's base I had to place a reason to make the first domino to fall, the others would follow the effect without arguing."
When Namjoon's posture remained immobile, Taehyung signifies, slightly impatient now, "Namjoon, c'mon. I'll hide you from the agency, that's what you want, don't you?"
"Why didn't you enticed that mother fucking agent as planned? Why my neck? And why Kim Seokjin's?" They said the calmest people are the fiercest— and that was becoming true for Namjoon's case.
"To take out the prey, you manoeuvre it out of its little shelter, Kim Namjoon." His simper was shining with timeless wickedness like the Devil personally taught him how to. "Don't mention to me you have feelings for your former spouse even now," Huffs Taehyung crudely, still in his towel. Comically opening and shutting his mouth like a fish, tongue-tied, Namjoon lets Taehyung continue, "Don't fret, old man. I planted the clues myself to lead the crow pecking up to me." He gestures to the washroom door wordlessly, to dress up— yet the conversation wasn't over.
Regaining his ability to speak, Namjoon splutters out edgily, "Wha-what about the seduction part?" His composure threatened to waver.
A snort erupted out of Taehyung, effecting Namjoon to flinch for the sudden outburst. "'From the part where I let loose the victims' favourite location to the moment where Jeon Jungkook decided to step in my bar, it was all on the docket, schemed. Sex was great with that guy."
"The victims— again, I am—"
"You're sorry?" A snicker followed, swapped by a bitter look within seconds. Taehyung tells, "You gave me the cash to finish off your drug-transporters and end your business, Namjoon. Remind yourself it was Rosé who performed quite badly at her task for killing the last man." Taehyung would give protection to Namjoon, he would do that, yes. Taking risks was his second nature, challenging himself was his first, however, fulfilling loyalties was never an unworthy subject for him either.
"So," breaths Namjoon, shoulders sagging, "keeping track of your one night stand?" His body now at ease.
Taehyung winked, "Always." He adds as an after-thought, "I like Jungkook. He came the farthest in comparison to the other agents." He plops on his bed, which bends around his weight. "You know what happens to the best ones, Namjoon?"
Shaking his head and taking a seat next to the younger one, Namjoon voices out a wary, "No."
The Devil possessed Taehyung, it seemed like, who says, vowels laced with entrancing malice; "They die the cruellest."
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i love you + the reason that you breathe, so keep on fighting the darkness, aight? be grateful either way, every day.
