It's a time for utmost celebration. Every wolf in the province of Iksan had put on their finest gowns, discarded the scent-blockers, and held a straight posture as they made way towards the Palace to celebrate Prince Jimin's twenty-third birthday. It was an evening most awaited. The prince shall be announcing his new title as King, as well as whom he would be choosing to accompany him on the throne. A mate. Would it be Queen Yang from Tanhea? Or King Kim from all the way from the East? The rumours were abundant, and the answers sparse. Yet, what the people joining the night's celebration in the hopes of catching Prince Jimin's eye a final time didn't know, was that the greatest mystery was right under their nose, within the palace walls. ⛔️<b>I stopped allowing translations. Do not repost/translate or plagiarize<b/>⛔️

The Dragons and The Cobras, the most feared mafia in South Korea are enemies. They never get along. Blood has been shed in the past. When Jungkook and Jimin take over the gang, things aren't any different. Except Jungkook hates Jimin for absolutely different reasons. *** "Jeon, if you're trying to be slick, you failed," Jimin said walking out. He hadn't even spared a glance as he went to wash his hands. "You aren't being subtle, you know? I can feel your gaze on me from all across the room." "Hello, Park." Jungkook rolled his eyes, going to stand behind Jimin. His gaze was automatically drawn to his shapely ass covered by his tight skinny jeans. His white silk shirt was tucked in and his discarded Gucci sequined jacket lay on the counter. Flashy yet sophisticated. The man changed his hair color like dress shirts. This week it was silver. "What if I'm not trying to be subtle?" ⛔️<b>I stopped allowing translations. Do not repost/translate or plagiarize<b/>⛔️