Blood Ties & Hidden Hearts

The club's lights had been dim that night. Champagne, whispers, and too many unspoken things hung heavy in the air.

Jimin hadn't meant for it to happen. One heated glance, one reckless kiss, and a stranger's touch that burned through his skin like fire. By morning, he slipped away-no names, no promises, nothing but a lingering ache.

He thought he would never see the man again.

Until now.

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"Mr. Jeon will see you now," Namjoon's voice was steady as he opened the glass door.

Jimin clutched his files, walking into the office he'd stepped into a hundred times before. His boss sat behind the desk-sharp suit, sharper eyes. The kind of man people feared and followed.

Jeon Jungkook.

The man who haunted Jimin's nights.
The man he didn't know was the father of his children.

Jungkook didn't spare him a second glance at first, but something in Jimin's face made his jaw tighten. Unfamiliar familiarity.

At the same time, across the city, two children laughed in the garden under Taehyung's watchful eye-completely unaware that their lives were about to explode.

And in the shadows, Jungkook's enemies whispered:
"The Jeon twins will bring him to his knees."