K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
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On the other side of the world Sven smiled at his brother's chastising tone as he leaned back and watched Jimin dance for him. His jewel truly was a thing of beauty to watch as his body moved in almost impossible ways to the music playing over the speakers. Sven wanted nothing more than to grab up this beautiful young man and show him a thousand new ways his body could twist and bend. But first he had to deal with his little brother.
"Isn't it past your bedtime, brother? Or have you been out partying?" Sven asked as he smiled at Jimin, nodding approvingly and motioning for him to continue his dancing.
Augustine's voice came back cold as he replied.
"I just threw out an Aristov whore, no doubt trying to get to you through me. But that is the least of your worries right now. What the fuck were you thinking getting involved with Dorian Foley and his idiotic schemes? Even here at home, brother, the press is all over this story about that pretty little boy band back from the dead, and the hunt for their kidnappers. There have been rallies in Red Square with thousands of fans, politicians, and common people alike calling for their return and screaming for the blood of the ones who took them. And you are sending me pictures of your latest treasures who just happen to be two of the seven members of Bangtan Sonyeondan? Have you lost all reason, Sven?"
Sven leaned forward in his chair, his face going hard and cold. The look was enough for Jimin to suddenly stop dancing and back away from the man in fear.
Switching from the English they had been speaking to his mother tongue of Russian, Sven was quick to rebuke his younger brother.
"Careful, little brother," Sven warned, his tone like silk. "As my brother, I give you some leeway, but do not forget for one moment that I am head of this family and of our organization that keeps you in such luxury and allows you to play as you will."
~oooOooo~
At home in Russia, Augustine stood and began pacing his bedroom, unconcerned about his nudity as he growled into the phone.
"You know better than that, big brother. The wealth and luxury that I enjoy is my own that I have earned separately from the family. I have made my own way in the world and kept myself out of the family business until now and that is only as a favor to you."
Augustine waited a beat to let that sink in. He was met with silence on the other end, yet he knew he had been heard.
"Beware, brother...while you are away, on the other side of the world, involving yourself in Dorian's plans, the Aristov's are making moves here, planting seeds of doubt about your leadership of the Council, and they are using Andre to further those seeds. You know that Andre and his side of the family will use any means they can to discredit you, and this folly of Dorian's is just the ammunition they need to push you out."
~oooOooo~
In his private lair, Sven snarled and motioned for Jimin to come to him. When Jimin stepped closer Sven snagged his wrist, yanking the man into his lap.
