It was dead silence expect for the n@ked man crying his lungs out. the wind was blowing up but the guards remain like a rock scared they'll catch a glimpse of their young master.

jungkook exhale the smoke out of his lungs singing while playing with the paddle in his veiny hands.

"breath out and exhale like mmmh~ mm- OH HE MOVED, HE MOVED!! Jinnu hyung you saw that." he stops singing, a low chuckle left from his slightly parted-away lips darkly while the excitement in his eyes grew more and more.

the sudden yell causes the men around to tense up and stand more straight while Jin who is near the crying one smacks him across the face and makes him tilt his head properly.

Jungkook giggles like a excited kid while throwing the paddle on the ground. The sharp knife hung right on his face, one knock of the metal that was holding the knife in place and the man's face would be pissing blood.

"Keep that b!tch right there." he grins, inhaling the smoke to his lung before letting the gray smoke out from the corner of his mouth. he took the ball covered with sharp nails.

"Yoongi hyung, tell me what we do to him. burn him alive or skin him alive..." there was silence before his grin grew more like a smirk staring at the n@ked man.

"or.. his di¢k?" suga hmms crossing his arm around his chest unfazed. as he lit up his own cigarette and grins getting what the younger was trying to say.

"his di¢k hence he used to be so proud of it.." he stood unaffected by the screams watching the ball hitting the n@ked man private area as jungkook giggles louder.

"NEXT, NEXT GIVE ME ANOTHER BALL" he threw the cigarette on the ground and again hitting the man with the ball on his chest. the man collapse on the floor as jungkook pout but inside burning with the greedy to see the red liquid.

"Jungkook! stop this all!! grandpa wants to meet you!" jungkook smile quickly dropped off from his face, frown deepen with eyes dark not letting anyone else know his disappointment.

"I'll be there, jiminie hyung." jimin sigh and walks away before sighing looking at the wounded man with pity.

"J-jeon p-p-pleas-"

"SHUT UP!! I SAID FUVKING SHUT UP!! You wanted to die right, then fuvking die!!" he shouts stabbing the man violently on the chest again and again and finally smirks looking at the pool of blood.

he humms in satisfaction removing his shirt which is also covered in blood, his bones crakes as his muscles stayed stiff.

"here." Jin handed him a new pair of shirt which jungkook gladly wore. "oh, btw what should we do with the body?"

"cut his body in different pieces and burn them in acid, while send the head to their parents... every fuvking fellow needs to know what will happen if they mess with jeon jungkook!" Jin nods his head while some guards carry away the dead body.

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Hands covered with red crimson liquid jungkook walks inside the hall. his black shoes shining and breaking the icy silent present in there. The waves of his dark mane framed his face with a casual yet deliberate charm. Each strand seeming to fall exactly where it belonged, adding to the magnetic aura he exuded.

His eyes. Deep and enigmatic. seem to held the allure of untold stories yet the same beautiful eyes which looks so lively- Once had seen many haunted things with evilness. His gazes piercing sharp as a knife, His skin bore a porcelain-like radiance. smooth and unblemished, kissed faintly by the light as though the universe itself had taken special care in its creation. His lips- let's not talk about those plumpies.

Together. his features formed a masterpiece that could rival the finest art, leaving those who beheld him utterly captivated.

"Eww look at yourself." jimin muttered eyeing at the blood covered on jungkook's hands with a disgusted face. Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully not minding jimin's words.

"Blood, sweat and tears- literally what's your excuse for looking so grumpy?" Jungkook replied with wittiness to which jimin rolled his eyes with sass.

"My excuse you're walking around covered in blood I am just having a normal day. thank you very much."

Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he sauntered closer to Jimin. "Ah, you're just jealous of my artistic flair," he said, winking at Jimin. jimin parted his lips to reply jungkook, but a voice interrupted their banter.

"Not again, please. can't you guys just talk peaceful without any banters throwing on each other? " A old man in his 60's muttered walking down the stairs with maid's carry a gray suitcase.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt with black coat on matching his black trousers. His hair smoky gray falling freely in his forehead. Wrinkles under his blue eyes which stares at the two young men with a light smile.

"Anyway, jungkook." jeon ha-jun, grandfather of jungkook called out with firm tone caught jungkook's attention.

"Yeah, yeah. no overwork and don't listen to Jimin's words, I get it." jungkook says nodding off his head and stares at jimin who looked at him with an betrayed face, but ha-jun nods his head before patting jimin's shoulder.

"And jimin? C'mon, he's just a 25 yrs old grown bum CEO kid. I'm gonna be out of the country for a month or so. please take care of him." jimin nods grinning mischievously.

" you're keeping me in charge of this "grown bum CEO kid" who plays with people? sure, pa." Jimin's grin widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods enthusiastically. His sharp jawline relaxes into a playful smile, and his eyebrows arch upwards, giving him a mischievous look. His bright eyes sparkle with amusement, hinting that he's looking forward to having Jungkook all to himself for a month.

Ha-jun chuckles warmly knowing the dynamic b/w jikook and heads out before he cast them a last look with maid's following him. Once the door was closed behind, jikook were left alone, only the soothing flutters of the curtains breaks the silence.

"What was that, huh? Here I'm teaching you something useful to your single bum and you're complaining? "

" you call that teaching? making me watch pOrn about how to give someone a blōwjob!? seriously? " jimin rolled his eyes.

" Fine, fine. get going Mr. CEO come mafia come grown bum kid and wash yourself. you've a party to attend. "

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Crystal chandeliers refracting light onto the polished marble floor. Lavish arrangements of white roses and lilies adorned the tables, filling the air with sweet fragrance. The hall filled with muggles sound with people wearing all luxurious outfits which shimmers under the Chandler's radiant glow.

The atmosphere itself screamed rich with soft hum of conversation and clicking of glasses with soft music playing on the background. Jungkook stood out, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and detachment, Jimin by his side.

He is elegant- if that is the right word to describe his charms and features. he stood- posture stiff adding to the aura of authority surrounding him, making him almost untouchable. Despite his boredom flickering in his charcoal-grilled eyes fringed with thick lashes- his gazes betrayed a sharp mind, one that is always assessing and calculating. His presence was electrifying, drawing people in like moths to a flame. His features undeniably breath-taking, his cubic kissable lips frown, nose high with the tip subtly round, giving his face a sense of balance and harmony perfect complement to his sharp chisel jawline.

"C'mon man! Just look at those chicks staring at you like you're some sort of meal." jimin nugged jungkook's shoulder gentle and whispers with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"At least I know they exist." jungkook whispers back with a smirk playing on his sinful lips, loving how Jimin's face shifted from a teasing smile to a angry raccoon.

"Ay! How can you say something like that!? of course yoongi know I exist! how can he doesn't know his future husband?" he pouts with his plump lips, glaring at jungkook who chuckles shaking his head a little knowing there's no point in arguing with a delusional, one-sided guy.

Jungkook's chuckle faded as he stopped shaking his head, his eyes drifting toward the entrance of the grand hall. They stuck there, fixed on a figure that had just walked in, and for a moment, his amusement at Jimin's antics was forgotten. The room's noise seemed to fade into the background as his gaze followed the newcomer, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of interest. Jimin, still pouting.

Little did jimin know jungkook's eyes were stuck on a certain person.

A beautiful stranger.

Walking in. regal and composed, his presence brighter than the chandelier lights above. The sight made Jungkook's breath hitch. and before he could stop himself. his hand flew to his chest. where his heart was pounding louder than usual as if it was trying to rip off from his ribs.

And just like that. the rest of the room faded.

His eyes lit up at the sight of the beautiful man.

His gazes flickering with interest as they trailed off to that person's lips- how those soft lips curve into a gentle smile. Unbeknownst to jungkook, a small, dreamy smile tugged on his face, unable to tear his gaze away. It was as if the crowd around them didn't exist-his world had narrowed down to just one person.

And then-

He looked up, through those long lashes, eyes soft and wide like a startled puppy.

Jungkook's heart stopped.

His heart dropping to the depth of hell and again bouncing back to the height of heaven. The person was ethical. He was heavenly–breathtaking. It was like the god taken his time to create his masterpiece.

For a moment. the whole world blurred. Time slowed. It felt like everything around them melted away. like they were the only two people in existence. No noise. no chaos-just the magnetic pull between them.

But the moment shattered too quickly.

The stranger was fast to look away. gaze dropping. giving his attention to an old man who is talking to him.

And just like that, the warmth in Jungkook's chest turned cold.

Jimin who was pouting before, frown noticing jungkook's demeanor and follows jungkook's gazes only to see a bunch of people drinking wine and chatting.

"Hey, back to earth, Mr. crackhead." he snaps his fingers at jungkook's face making the latter back to earth and stare at him with a confused face.

"Who's he!?"

"who?" jungkook frowns a little and averts his gazes back to the person who was still in a conversation with an old man.

Jimin's eyes tracked Jungkook's finger to the guy in red, and his face lit up with a knowing look. "Him?" he breathed, lips forming a perfect 'O' of surprise.

"Ah! he's Kim taehyung. CFO of Kim empires."

" Kim taehyung..." jungkook repeated as if tasting the latter's name on his tongue, eyes still glued at... Kim taehyung.

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800+ words.. So, how's it going?

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