Seoul – 11:42 PM.

Rain beat down against the city, thick with the scent of smoke and money.

The hall of Kim Empire Holdings stood silent—except for the rhythmic tap of shoes on marble.

"He's back," said a trembling voice over the phone. "Jeon Jungkook. The son of Jeon Industries. He... he bought out forty percent of our investors in one night."

Taehyung didn’t answer.

His eyes were fixed on the city below, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. His suit was dark, crisp, perfect—just like the mask he wore for the world.

"You knew he'd come back," Hoseok said, stepping inside the office. "After everything that happened eight years ago... he's not the same boy anymore, Tae."

Taehyung's voice was a whisper, cold and sharp.

"Let him come. Let him burn."

8 years ago, Jeon Jungkook was the arrogant, reckless heir of the Jeon family.

He humiliated Taehyung publicly—every chance he got. There were fights. Power struggles. Secrets.

But Taehyung always remembered that day.

The day he begged Jungkook to leave something alone.

And Jungkook… laughed. Then ruined it.

Taehyung never forgave him.

Now, Taehyung is 26, the youngest CEO in Seoul. Ruthless. Respected. Feared.

And he’s waiting.

Next Day — Annual Elite Ball

Everyone in black suits and glittering dresses. Money walked on legs here. Lies smiled through painted lips.

"That’s him," someone whispered.

"He’s changed. He’s... dangerous now."

"Still hot though. Look at those eyes."

Taehyung didn’t turn. He didn’t have to.

He could feel him.

The pull.

The hate.

The heat.

Jeon Jungkook, 25 now, walked like he owned the room. Like he never bled. His black eyes locked onto the man in front of the crowd.

Taehyung.

kim taehyung

And he smiled—dark, knowing, slow.

"Hyung," Jungkook said, his voice deeper, slower, soaked in something unspoken.

"Miss me?"

Taehyung didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just took a slow sip of his drink.

"Not even in my nightmares."

But his fingers were cold around the glass. His jaw was clenched tight.

He knew Jungkook wasn’t here for peace.

He was here for war.

For him.

"You still hold grudges like a child," Jungkook murmured, stepping closer. The scent of expensive cologne and danger wrapped around him.

"And you still act like you don’t care."

Taehyung’s voice was a blade.

"Touch me, and I’ll break your hands."

Jungkook grinned.

"Promise?"

Later that night — rooftop

"You shouldn’t have come back," Taehyung said, finally alone with him under the stormy sky.

Jungkook leaned on the rail, raindrops running down his jaw like a blessing or a curse.

"You shouldn’t have ignored me when I begged you for forgiveness eight years ago."

"You deserved worse."

"You wanted worse."

Silence.

"Tell me, hyung," Jungkook said, stepping close. "If you hate me so much, why are your hands shaking right now?"

Taehyung slapped him.

Hard.

But Jungkook just laughed. Low. Wild.

And then leaned in, lips near Taehyung’s ear.

"I came back for you. You’ll hate me, hurt me, scream at me. But one day… you’ll break. And you’ll crawl to me. Just like I once did for you."

Taehyung’s throat closed..

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Author note :- how is it ?

The rooftop door slammed shut.

Taehyung stood still, fingers clenched at his sides, heart pounding so violently it echoed in his ears. The night wind stung, but not more than the words Jungkook had whispered:

"You’ll hate me, hurt me, scream at me. But one day… you’ll break."

His voice wouldn’t leave Taehyung’s head. Low, calm, confident. The kind of voice that knew it had already won—even when it hadn’t.

But Taehyung wasn’t the boy from eight years ago anymore. He wasn’t fragile. He didn’t bleed easily.

At least, not where anyone could see.

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Three Days Later — Kim Empire, Executive Floor

Jungkook was everywhere.

His face in the headlines.

His name in the meeting agendas.

His scent in the elevator.

Taehyung walked into the boardroom like a phantom—shoulders high, black suit flawless, expression unreadable. The glass table was already surrounded by executives whispering about the Jeon heir’s “unexpected appearance.”

Unexpected?

No. This was war. And Jungkook was exactly where he wanted to be.

Taehyung took his seat at the head of the table.

Just then, the doors opened—and silence fell.

Jeon Jungkook walked in.

He wore all black. His shirt unbuttoned at the collar, silver ring glinting on his finger. Not a boy. Not even a man.

A weapon.

"Nice of you to show up, Mr. Jeon," Taehyung said, voice smooth like poison in honey.

"You were late."

Jungkook’s smile was slow and sharp.

"I thought it’d be polite to give you three extra days to emotionally prepare."

A few gasps echoed. Even Hoseok stiffened behind Taehyung.

Taehyung’s lips curved—not into a smile, but into a warning.

"And yet, I’m still not impressed."

Jungkook sat directly across from him, elbows resting casually on the glass.

"You will be."

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Later — Taehyung’s Private Office

"You should’ve banned him from stepping inside the building," Hoseok muttered. "Why are you letting him play games in your arena?"

"Because he’s not playing games," Taehyung said. He poured himself a drink, didn’t sip it.

"He’s picking a fight. I’m simply deciding when to punch back."

Hoseok hesitated. "You’re shaking again."

Taehyung looked down at his hand.

Just slightly. Barely noticeable.

But still there.

"I hate him, Hobi," Taehyung whispered. "I hate him more than I hate anything in this world."

"Are you sure that’s all it is?"

Silence.

The glass cracked in Taehyung’s hand.

Flashback – Age 18

“You don’t understand, Jungkook,” Taehyung had pleaded, voice breaking. “If you say anything, if you go through with this—my whole family—”

"You think I care?" Jungkook had spat, eyes dark with rage. "You're not special, Kim Taehyung. You're just scared."

He had turned his back.

That was the last day Taehyung ever begged for anything.

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Flashback – Age 18

“You don’t understand, Jungkook,” Taehyung had pleaded, voice breaking. “If you say anything, if you go through with this—my whole family—”

"You think I care?" Jungkook had spat, eyes dark with rage. "You're not special, Kim Taehyung. You're just scared."

He had turned his back.

That was the last day Taehyung ever begged for anything.

....

Night — Parking Basement

Taehyung didn’t expect to see Jungkook waiting by his car.

“Security will escort you out if you’re stalking,” Taehyung said without slowing down.

“Good,” Jungkook replied. “Let them watch.”

Taehyung stopped.

Jungkook stepped closer. “I missed the way you hate me. It’s personal. Intimate.”

“I don’t do intimacy.”

“No,” Jungkook said, voice soft. “You do damage. You wear it like a designer suit.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want from me, Jungkook?”

Jungkook tilted his head, dark hair falling into his eyes.

“You.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. "You're pathetic."

“And yet, your voice is shaking.”

It was.

Not because he was scared.

Because a part of him remembered the boy who once looked at him like he was worth something.

And a darker part of him wanted to know what it would feel like to destroy that boy all over again.

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Later That Night — Taehyung’s Apartment

The rain returned.

Taehyung stood by his massive window, city lights blinking in the distance like stars dying.

He was drenched in power, money, loneliness.

And now... obsession.

His phone buzzed.

Unknown Number:

Jk: You’re not the only one who can destroy, hyung.

Sleep tight. I’ll see you in your dreams.

He stared at the message.

No name. But he didn’t need one.

He could feel Jungkook.

Even from a message.

Even from a memory...

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Two days later — Kim Empire Subsidiary Collapse

Taehyung’s phone buzzed relentlessly as he stepped out of his black car. Journalists swarmed outside the gates like vultures.

“Kim Empire’s fashion branch shares have plummeted overnight—”

“Did Jeon Jungkook sabotage the merge—?”

“Is this the first sign of war?”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t flinch.

But inside, something cracked.

Jungkook bought out 60% of one of Kim Empire’s oldest subsidiaries overnight.

No warnings. No leaks. No ethics.

Just one clean, ruthless cut.

And everyone knew—this wasn’t about business.

This was personal.

......

Taehyung’s Office — 9:00 PM

"HE BOUGHT OUT MY COMPANY IN FRONT OF ME!" Taehyung roared, slamming the whiskey glass against the wall. Shards scattered like diamonds.

Hoseok jumped. He had never seen Taehyung like this. Not even after his father’s death.

"Calm down, Tae—"

"I let him in," Taehyung hissed. "I gave him three seconds of eye contact and now he’s playing god with my empire."

"You should’ve crushed him the moment he stepped back into Seoul."

Taehyung stared at the broken glass on the floor.

"No," he whispered. "I want him to try again. I want to watch him fall like he made me"

.....

That Night — Jungkook’s Penthouse

Taehyung didn’t knock.

He walked in like fire.

The guards outside didn’t stop him—one look from Taehyung was enough to make grown men rethink their job security.

Jungkook stood at the window, shirtless, tattoos glinting under soft light, a glass of wine in his hand. Calm. Casual. Completely unbothered.

“You’re late,” Jungkook said without turning.

“Shut the fuck up,” Taehyung snapped.

Jungkook turned, eyebrow raised. “And here I thought we were being civil now.”

“You ruined a company my father built,” Taehyung growled, stalking forward. “For what? To piss me off?”

“No,” Jungkook said, eyes locking on him. “To remind you that you bleed.”

Taehyung pushed him.

Jungkook didn’t resist.

He hit the wall with a low laugh, head tilting.

“I hate you,” Taehyung hissed.

Jungkook’s eyes gleamed. “That’s the problem. You still feel.”

"You're sick."

"You made me."

.....

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s collar.

“I should kill you,” he breathed.

“You won’t.” Jungkook’s voice was soft. Too soft.

“Why not?”

“Because the only thing stronger than your hate is your fear,” Jungkook whispered, breath warm against Taehyung’s cheek. “You’re scared that if you touch me any longer, you won’t stop.”

Taehyung’s fingers twitched.

Their lips were inches apart.

The air cracked between them like lightning.

For a moment, something unholy bloomed in Taehyung’s chest.

He wanted to hurt Jungkook.

He wanted to kiss him.

So he did neither.

He punched him.

Blood spilled from Jungkook’s lip—but he only laughed again, wiping it with the back of his hand.

“I missed you like this,” Jungkook whispered. “Wild. Ugly. Real.”

“Go to hell.”

“I did,” Jungkook said. “And it looked like you.”

.....

Back at Taehyung’s Apartment — Midnight

His knuckles were still red.

The elevator mirrors reflected a broken man in a designer suit.

But it was the emotion in his chest that terrified him more than the pain in his hand.

Not hate.

Not rage.

Longing.

And that was dangerous.

Because if Taehyung wanted Jungkook...

Even a little...

He would lose everything he built.

... ...

Flashback – Age 19

"Don’t go," Jungkook had whispered.

Taehyung had stood at the train station, jaw locked, fists clenched.

“I have to.”

“Please.”

“You destroyed everything,” Taehyung said.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“You always mean it,” Taehyung whispered. “That’s what makes it worse.”

Jungkook didn’t follow him that day.

But Taehyung never forgot the look in his eyes.

It wasn’t regret.

It was something deeper.

Something terrifying.

Possession.

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