Beneath Black Silk

"What the hell are you doing here?" he barked, striding toward him.
"I told you to stay the fuck away."

Jungkook only tilted his head, a dangerous smile pulling at his lips.
Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook reached out and yanked him closer by the front of his jacket, their bodies colliding, chest to chest, breath to breath.

"I don't take orders well," Jungkook murmured, voice silk wrapped in razor wire.
He pressed closer, hips flush against Taehyung's.

As if trying to prove a point.
As if mocking the very idea of Taehyung's so-called authority.

And that was the moment Taehyung knew, Jeon Jungkook wasn't a mistake he could fix.
He was a disaster waiting to happen.

One's the mafia heir.
The other? A rich brat with a god complex.
Together? They're going to destroy everything.