His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter seven

Both men stood frozen, glaring at each other like their eyes alone could kill. Yoongi was on the brink, fist raised, ready to swing at the youngest—until he caught sight of Jimin's blank, unimpressed expression. It was clear Jimin wasn't in the mood for this nonsense, but Yoongi's stupid antics had pushed his buttons anyway.

"I heard your stepdad came home. Guess he never knew you existed," Yoongi sneered, digging the knife in deeper.

Jimin's vein twitched violently on his forehead, anger bubbling like molten lava beneath his skin. He looked down at the beer-soaked mess on his shirt instead of answering.

"How about you keep your nose out of other people's business? And I'm still not over you spilling your damn drink on me."

Jimin's words barely hung in the air before Yoongi slammed the nearly empty can on the counter, his face twisting into a smirk as he flicked his tongue against his lips.

"Relax, man. That was two minutes ago. Get over it. It was an accident—your fault for bumping into me."

His gaze flicked back to Jimin's unreadable face. Yoongi took a moment to study him—he'd clearly been hitting the gym. The damp fabric clinging to Jimin's chest showed off the hard work, proof he was desperate to be the second-best contender for Mafia King, right after his younger brother, Jungkook.

Amused, Yoongi stepped forward and tipped the last bit of beer from his can onto Jimin's shirt.

He laughed, loud and unapologetic—but Jimin didn't.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jimin snarled, lunging to throw a punch—but then his foot slipped on the wet floor.

With a heavy thud, he crashed down, grabbing Yoongi's shirt and pulling him down on top of him.

"Get off me, damn it!" Jimin groaned as his head smacked the hard floor. Yoongi squirmed, trying to break free, shooting daggers with his eyes.

"You pulled me down first, so quit whining," Yoongi snapped, standing up and offering a hand.

Jimin hesitated but grabbed it, gritting his teeth as sticky beer clung to his back and hair.

"I'm done with you," Jimin growled, turning toward the door.

Yoongi blocked his path, and Jimin's patience snapped—he grabbed Yoongi's wrist, pulling him back sharply.

"You're not leaving until you clean this mess," Jimin barked.

Yoongi shrugged off the grip and smirked, nodding toward the spilled beer.

"Tell your maids to handle it," he said, then walked out.

Jimin rolled his eyes, glaring at the maid who hurried over to clean the chaos the two had made—and finally followed after her.

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Taehyung blinked several times, making sure he wasn't dreaming—Hoseok was actually here. Their eyes met, and Hoseok gave a small nod. Taehyung watched as Hoseok's gaze shifted to Jungkook, who looked at him skeptically. Just then, Jimin entered the living room and paused, noticing Hoseok and Jungkook—and most notably, the way Taehyung was staring at Hoseok. Jimin narrowed his eyes, sensing a silent conversation happening between them.

Something told him Hoseok wasn't here just to visit, but what unsettled him most was the absence of bodyguards. He'd have to find out what was really going on later.

"Why are you here, Hoseok?" Jungkook asked flatly, not bothering with formalities—a fact that didn't surprise anyone, given their history.

Hoseok smirked, crossing one leg over the other as he met Jungkook's unwavering stare. "I came to visit you. Nothing new."