DISCLAIMER.

The story is a complete art of fiction meant for entertainment purpose. None of the characters portrayed here are real. Names of idols mentioned donot resemble to the characters portrayed .The images shared in the following story are purposely made for better visualisation and not to be associated with real life idols.

•Mature concept.

• Strong language

•Violence.

•Age gap

•Smuts

•Bl story

•Mafia theme.

PLOT  DETAILS.

The story revolves around present Seoul. Male pregnancy is common in the World.

There will be other ships included in the story. Side ships and characters will be revealed with the development of the plot.

I would love any COMMENTS or VOTES  which are POSITIVE.  That really act as a motivation for writing. Don't be a silent reader, please.

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CHARACTERS.

Jeon Jungkook,a formidable CEO known for his ambition and success catches admiration and respect in every aspect of his life. But underneath the strong facade lies a kind and vulnerable man who seeks comfort and love.

Kim Taehyung, a mysterious and enigmatic figure newly hired as an employee struggling to fit in the bustling citylife. The utter clumsiness of the male successfully earns irritation from his CEO and the other mocks at his incompetence.

"What do you think you are Taehyung? A Mafia or criminal who can carry all those weight ?" Jungkook chuckles noticing the employee picking up the files from the floor as he dropped along with them after tripping on a table.

The employee looks up."Um,ma-maybe I'm?"

"Oh really?" The CEO chuckles again. "And what do you kill them with? With your cuteness?"

"O-or maybe I-I just smirk when I note to kill the one in front."

"I'm impressed. You are quite good at scaring people Taehyung. Now get back to your table."Jungkook commands,still giggling at the employee's comedy.

The employee bows "Well sir, that's what everybody says."

As he turns back to leave,a vicious smirk draws on the employee's face.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook , the round thick glasses were hiding a pair of brutal orbs belonging to an assassin whose world is far darker than the conference rooms he commands. Every clumsy stumble and foolish mishap was but a clearly constructed move designed to mask Taehyung's true intentions.

Amidst chaos and confusion, an unforeseen abduction of the CEO startles the city and Jungkook comes face to face with  the reality of Kim Taehyung's existence~ a reality that would shatter the boundaries  between employees and enemies , plunging the both to a whirlwind of danger,hatred......and ultimately love.

...SHORT PEEK : ...

"Taehyung,did you get those reports ready for tomorrow's meeting?"

"Uh,re-reports? Right right right. Um...um I -"

"I don't have my whole life for you Taehyung!"

"S-sir,I accidentally dr.. dropped coffee on it yesterday."

"Agh!!Are you blind? Since the day you are here,all you have contributed to the company is dropping coffee all around. If you need an extra pair of fucking glasses in case you can't see,take my credit card and get a new pair."

"So-sorry si.."

"Fucking leave!" The CEO bangs the table and the other flinches, visibly.

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"Ta-taehyung is it y... you?" Jungkook asks as he founds himself chained in a dimly lit room,barely airy.

"Well well Mr.CEO.Who needs glasses now? Shall I offer you one to clear your vision or...."

He leans closer to Jungkook's ears. "Should I put on mine for you to recognise me?"

~Veiled Vision.

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PRESENT SEOUL.

TIME: 9.46 PM

"Boss is coming."

"Did you prepare the man?"

"He isn't opening his mouth!"

"Shit! Another murder tonight."

The dimly lit room envelops under the air heavy with a scent of sweat and fear, cloaked in shadows.

Black polished shoes makes small sounds against the floor. A sleek and lethal figure, dressed in all black, moves with cat-like grace, his senses attuned to the dangers lurking in the darkness as he enters, allowing everyone to acknowledge his fearsome presence.

The dangerously dominant pair of hazel green orbs scans the room, wide shoulders enhancing the stern feature he carries.

The men bowed to the authoritative feature who went straight to the seat and sat down periously, one leg over the other and slightly motioned his tattooed hand for everyone to sit, still looking horrifically handsome.

"Bring him."

The cold husky voice of the dominant mafia echoes in the silent room to which a man quickly responded, dragging a beaten up guy, or more likely his captive.

The mafia possesses a ruthless glint in his eyes as he looms over them with an air of menacing authority.

The captive trembles before the tormentor, his face battered and bloodied from days of relentless interrogation.

The mafia's lips curl into a sinistrous smile as he circles them like a predator toying with its prey.

"I-I am sorry. I-I w-will look more car...carefully into their company in f..future." The man pleads, a last attempt to save his own life.

"Useless heads don't deserve a life in Kim Taehyung's regime."The dominant male growls, his tone dripping with malice.

In a flick of second,the Mafia breaks the wine glass placed at the table,the liquid spilled all over while the rough large fingers picks up a broken piece and pierces it at the captive's head.

Piercing scream fills the air as the glass fragment makes impact on his head, sending waves of agony coursing through the body.

As blood trickles down his temple, staining the body crimson,the Mafia continues to insert the piece inside while rest in the room shiver at the bloodshed.

The man soon lays lifeless, his head damaged hideously while the other displays a twisted smirk, sparkling eyes held no remorse rather reflected pride in displaying his power to the world and proving it once again that cruelty reigns supreme in reality - and has always won in the test of time.

"Throw it!"

Immediately two tall well built men approached, picked up the dead man and left.

The Mafia glances at his palms drenched in blood.

Sighing,he gets up heading towards the door but turns back making others flinch at his furiousness.

"I, Kim Taehyung don't believe in failures. Do you get me?" His voice emotionless and firm.

The men passed a bunch of shaking nods and bowed down to the hideous male who slammed the door before leaving.

Taehyung enters the heavily illuminated room removing his expensive watch and placed it on the table where his personal gun and bullets were placed.

Taking out a black robe from the large closet he went to the bathroom for shower for cleaning the mess he has created.

In minutes,the door opened, revealing a Taehyung dressed in robe. Cold water sliding down his messy thick hair and dropping on the concrete chest, glorifying the shiny skin and perfectly sculpted abs.

Tattooed arms raised up to rub the towel on the drenched hair locks stretching across his forehead when a knock was heard and the door instantly opened.

The new inclusion is Kim Hyunjoong. The middle aged man walked towards the couch with his high grace, bearing the same dark aura Taehyung carries.

"Yes appa?" The raw voice holds a tint of respect as he addresses his father with a bow.

"Tiger." The man states letting out a breath.

"I have certain matters to discuss." His deep voice was heard, looking acutely serious.

"Sure." The younger answers.

"I never shared it because this was not something a twenty six year old youngster should be dealing with but now I must. You know how dominance works right?"

A thin smile appears in the corner of Taehyung's lips as he states~

"Big fishes eat the smaller ones."

"Correct. In the past few months, the Jeon's rapid expansion has clearly shifted the supply competition market in the city. I don't see it as a good omen. If it continues, the conglomerate might challenge our operations of foreign transaction and laundering."

"Jeons? I never heard of it." Taehyung mutters.

"Exactly why I tell you to read newspapers. It recently emerged into city affairs. Jeon was useless but his son isn't. After his passed away last year, the young boy is handling it and literally controlled the cyber situation of Seoul with in months. A single breach to our digital assets can potentially disrupt your cultivated power structure."

Taehyung, alarmed at the uneasy information, sharply analyses the matter with professional efficiency.

Eliminating competition is crucial for maintaining their dominance in the country's illicit affairs. Under the guise of protecting the territory and maintaining control, Taehyung sees the destruction of Jeon Enterprises as a necessary step to solidify the grip on their infiltration in the underworld.

"How old is he?" Taehyung interrogates while Mr Kim shoots a glare.

"Who?"

" The new Jeon."

"Twenty two. Why?"

" Just a fresh flower! I'll send Alex to..."

"He's not just some fresh rookie Tiger. I want you to look over the matter.

He's too careful with each of his words and action with a sharp presence of mind. He observes every detail flawlessly with accute analysis."

"Well, sharper than me? Interesting!" Taehyung smirks sheepishly as he gets off to the window for some fresh night air.

Mr Kim takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes~

"Don't take him down Tiger. He has a soft heart. He's been in donations to orphan homes and health centres."

The boxy smile owner fixes his gaze at the dark sky void of stars. The night is still. There's no breeze, not a single leaf twitching making the city lights clearer in the tranquil atmosphere.

"So he got a weakness.Nature keeps the strongest ones alive appa and I aim to win. I'll crush him with no remorse. The country must see, how people bend to the will of Kims."

The elder widens his eyes at the sharp edge of cruelty in Taehyung's sentence.

With time, a hideous beast has born inside his son. Despite being groomed to follow his father's footsteps and uphold the family's legacy of power and influence, Mr Kim took pride in his son being generous to weak and innocent.

But training Taehyung in weapons has created him a weapon himself which will rend both flesh and life, stain the earth with crimson streams, echo the voice of violence over kindness.

...For in the end, it's love we seek,...

...To mend the wounds, to find the peace....

...For though the weapon's power is great,...

...It's love that conquers all the hate....

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"Minho, wake up baby!" The young man kisses the sleeping baby's forehead.

The little one growls and then wakes up, blinks a few times, then looks at the male in front.

"Kookie hyung? It's already morning? I wish you a Bad morning." He says half asleep and the kookie guy smiles at the younger's cute teasing.

"Baby, you are seven years old. You are a man now. Stop being mean okay?" The ebony eyed male states, getting up from the bed.

"I know I'm a man hyungie but you aren't. You are still afraid of microwaves." Minho giggles softly.

"Yea my Tiger baby. It's time for school. Get up."

Minho rolls his eyes but immediately pouts, recalling something.

"Hyungie, when will Appa come from US?"

The elder gets uneasy at the question. He knows he can't bear to utter the truth;to say appa won't return~ ever from anywhere.

He's peacefully burried feets underground since the man lost his life in cancer and left the twenty two year Jeon Jungkook with a multi-national company of cyber security who struggled to deal the technological complexities in the beginning.

With his father's passing, he is now tasked with overseeing security operations, a daunting challenge for someone still navigating the intricacies of business leadership.

The polished surfaces and sleek monitors of the office serve as stark reminders of the legacy he must uphold. With a determined expression, he settles into the executive chair everyday with the same mindset to improve and that's what kept him going all these months.

In college,he always has been a cream of the top, scoring A grades,his intellect praised by the entire campus all to be crushed after graduation ,when he became a head of the Jeon Enterprises.

Yet, with unwavering determination and a steadfast resolve, he vows to honor his father's legacy, guiding the company towards the best future he could afford.

The innocent eyes filled with curiosity tugs at Jungkook's pant leg. "What happened hyungie?" he asks, his voice soft and innocent.

Jungkook clasps his fingers with Minho's and musters a gentle smile despite the ache in his chest.

"Appa will be back soon."

The baby boy nods, satisfied with the reply.

"Hyungie, I love you!" Minho hugs the elder with his small hands while the other retorts~

"Yaa Tiger, just tell me what you want!"

"Skip school. Please?" The little one insists then twitches his cute nose and his brother chuckles.

"Baby, books and education is important. When I was of your ag..."

"Shut up! You were a nerd." Minhoo grips his hyung tighter.

"Then what do you wanna be?" Jungkook asks softly expecting some doctor, teacher,engineer as a reply but gulps when Minho opens his mouth.

"I'll be a Mafia."

"Minho!"

Jungkook jerks the boy, squeezing his shoulders who gasps at the sudden intensity of Jungkook's actions.

Jeon Jungkook loves his brother more than anything else in the world. Even when he gets extremely bratty. He has been raising the younger since he was a baby.

Despite his attempt to take his father's place, Jungkook realised it's not the situation yet. But the name of the hideous profession clenches his chest.

Even if as a joke, the dark underworld deserves demons to rule it ,not for kind white angels who would get their wings broken to survive amidst bloodstream.

"Where you heard this name?"

Minho pouts, tugging his head down.

"S-sorry hyungie."

"Don't take the name again Tiger. I-I can't bear anything about you." Jungkook rests his head on the younger's shoulder, hugging him tightly.

Minho, smirks lightly at the opportunity.

"Hyungie?"

"Y-yes baby?"

"I will never take that name hyungie. I'm a good boy but.... please take your Tiger to office. Please?"

"So desperate to skip school huh? Shall I say this to Eomma?"

At the mention of 'eomma' the boy springs up on the bed.

"How can you do this to someone so sweet like me?" He whins cutely making Jungkook smile.

"Fine. I'll take you today but don't blame me for failing in tests later."

"I'll manage that hyungie. Don't worry!"

And the bunny eyed male scoffs before leaving the room. Sometimes,it feels like he's more concerned of Minho's future than the little one himself is.

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As the two sit on the Rolls-Royce, two black suited guards accompanied them while Mrs Jeon strode at a fast pace.

"Here -" she hands the meal box to both of the Jeons,one dressed in black suit other in a school uniform.

"Minho, I made your favourite dishes myself today. Don't disturb your teachers okay? I shouldn't get a single parents call from now on."

"Yes Eomma." The boy giggles and Jungkook coughs at the perfect lie his baby brother uttered with so much proficiency.

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As Jungkook strides into the office, the air crackles with anticipation, and a hushed reverence washes over the bustling workspace. Employees pause mid-task, their eyes drawn to the figure of authority that commands respect with every step.

Minho cutely follows his brother, attempting to look as serious as him but ended up being a living dumpling.

With his shoulders squared and determination etched into his features, Jungkook exudes an aura of quiet confidence as he navigates through the maze of cubicles and workstations, hands on his pockets.

His mere presence seems to elevate the atmosphere, infusing the room with a sense of purpose and direction.

One by one, his colleagues rise from their desks, offering respectful nods and murmured greetings as Jungkook passes by.

"Good morning, Sir."

They say, their voices tinged with deference and respect to the ambitious youngster.

The CEO returns their greetings with a gracious nod, his expression a blend of humility and softness.

Reaching his room in the sixteenth floor, he opens the laptop, searching through the mails.

It's half past nine. His new secretary must have been visible in his room by now.

The last one was highly impunctual, something the CEO is intolerant of and fired the employee in three days.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, the man rings the bell and with in seconds a middle aged man dressed in black and white appears.

"Yes sir?"

"What time is it Mr. Chang?"

The elder looks down at his watch.

"I-its thirty two minutes past nine."

"Whom did you hire? He's late on his first day!"

Chang opens his mouth to speak but Minho tugged his shirt, signalling him not to argue with Jungkook at the moment.

"I'll fire him once he steps in." The CEO yelps.

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"Where's he?" The husky voice gets audible through the phone.

"In our car -unconscious and blindfolded. You can take his place boss."

The phone cuts off and a black suited Taehyung gets up from the table of a café, just beside the building of Jeon Enterprises.

Replacing the shiny black sunglasses with a pair of thick round spectacles, the figure gradually heads to the office, a smirk yet peeking through the corner of his lips.

One embodies the fluidity of water-calm, composed and adaptable while the other blazes with the intensity of fire-aggressive, fierce, and rough. Will the igniting flames burn all to ashes or will water drench the blaze?

Finding out will take time indeed.

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"Yes sir how can I help you?" The receptionist asks politely to the new face, an unruly mop of hair askew and thick glasses slipping down his nose.

With an air of clumsiness and foolishness, the male smiles nervously~

"Um mhm, K-kim Ta-Taehyung."

The receptionist glanced up, her eyes widening momentarily at the unfamiliar face. However, her attention quickly shifted to the files in his hands, which bore the name and details of the original secretary-details meticulously altered by Taehyung's hackers to match his own identity.

Assuming everything was in order, the receptionist greeted him with a polite nod, unaware of the subtle switch that had occurred.

As she forwarded Taehyung to the lift ,a sheepish smile appears on his face as he looks up at the tall furnished building.

Jeon Enterprises,a company he's working on to dismantle welcomed him so graciously with respect ~ and that's the exact thrill of dark life..... everyone believes what eyes show thinking eyes never lie while deception always occurs in front of your vision. You are just too late to recognise it.

"Here Mr Kim-" The lady points him to the lift pressing the 16th button.

"Th-thank you." The male bows nervously.

Before the door closed, she spoke again~

"You can use the same lift to depart Mr."

The male blinks.

"Oh, I mean after you get fired you can use the same lift to leave. And don't take it seriously if sir fires you for being late. There's always a chance to improve. So.... "

The door closes, leaving an astonished Taehyung inside.

So....punctuality is the name of the game here, huh? " He mused with a grin, eyes twinkling in mischief.

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As soon as the door opens, the almond orbs masks itself properly with the pair of glasses. The erect firm chest shrinks low,lips forms a small pout.

Clumsily made his way through the maze-like corridor of the 16th floor, he knocked over a potted plant, sending soil spilling across the floor. Flustered, he attempted to clean up the mess with exaggerated movements, only managing to scatter more dirt in the process.

The other employees exchanged puzzled glances, eyebrows perked up to see their ceo's favourite rose plant shattered all over ~ a reason enough for the man to get fired but he has another reason too ~ fifteen minutes late!

A small tug on the sleeves alarmed Taehyung's senses. Averting his sharp gaze, he discovered a little guy in school dress eyeing him top to bottom.

The younger crosses his arms subtly, rosy lips formed a faint pout visibly revealing his distaste on the man.

"Who are you?"

"W-what ?" The elder mumbles, conscious of his identity here~a polite employee.

The boy doesn't move his glance rather squeezed his eyes to observe the details of the new face.

"Well, you don't like your job right? Broke my hyung's vase?"

The other smiles and replies~

"I'm n-new here actually. K-kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you boy." He approaches his palms for a handshake but the younger rolls his eyes backing away.

Well,for the first time in life, Kim Taehyung faces a face who rejected his hand. Out of fear or money or whatever you say, a handshake with the Mafia secures a deal of profit. But here he is in Jungkook's Empire, mocked by a kid.

"Boy? I have a name. Minho."

'A sassy one' Taehyung tells himself, trying not to smile at the younger's attitude.

"See Kim uncle,I know you are running for money. I can save your job if you do onething for me."

"Money? Uncle? Oh yea..." The elder scratches his hairs in a fake sign of innocence.

Minho shoves his hand to the elder, signalling him to bend at his length which the elder did in no time.

"Manage a way for me to skip school this week." He whispers.

Taehyung's eyes widen at the demand.

Forgetting the role he ought to play, the Mafia's professional instinct takes over his mind as he flawlessly states, voice raw and unfiltered~

"One, hack their website and announce a week's vacation. Two, infiltration of the school premises forcing the team to declare vacation. Three, murder of the Principal. Which one do you agree?"

The younger frowns at the ruthless proclamation, pupils widened in horror.

"Can you show me your hyung's room. I wanna meet him." Taehyung states gently, sensing the fear in boy's eyes.

"Him? Minho, who is this man referring to me as HIM and not sir?"

A sharp voice voice pulls both the males back and Taehyung looks up, the almond eyes met the doe ones ,a black suit covering a lean young boy shooting glares at him and Taehyung could swear it was the most arrogant voice he has ever heard.

The CEO approaches closer, lips pressed in a line ,eyes searching for a reply to his question.

"Aam.. k-kim Taehyung. Secretary." Taehyung bows professionally.

Jungkook raises his wrist to check the time.

It's fifty minutes past nine.

"Mr Taehyung,do you have any concept of time?" The CEO states with a raised eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the tardiness of his new secretary.

Taehyung blinks owlishly,his expression one of innocent confusion.

"T-time? Oh the thing with numbers right?" He scratched his nape thoughtfully.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a mixture of irritation and disgust.

"Yes time. It's what keeps the business running on schedule." He states, surveying the secretary at front,tie displaced,messy hair locks stretching across the forehead, oversized glasses covering majority of the dumb face.

Taehyung nodds enthusiastically as if he just learned a profound truth.

"I-I see,time. Is it snack time yet?" The employee asks, completely missing the point making Minho laugh.

"You are late!" Jungkook states flatly,his tone tinged with displeasure.

"Oh late. Is that what it means?"the secretary asks tilting his head and forwards his files.

Jungkook sighs, running his hand through his hairs in exasperation.

" Yes,it means you didn't arrive on time. You can leave with your files. I don't keep impunctuals." The CEO turns back, unbothered as he motioned Minho to follow,both heading towards the desk.

"S-sorry sir,pl.. please listen."

With furrowed brows, Taehyung clumsily strides behind them with stack of documents, only to knock over a cup of pens in the process. The clatter echoed through the office, drawing curious glances from nearby colleagues who observed his antics with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy.

Undeterred by the mishap, Taehyung attempted to salvage the situation by hastily gathering the fallen pens, his fingers fumbling awkwardly as he struggled to contain the mess.

In his haste, he inadvertently sent a stray pen rolling across the polished floor, eliciting a soft chuckle from a passing coworker.

Jungkook still didn't turn back!

The boxy smile owner rests himself on the floor,tired of cleaning the mess he himself created,mentally preparing a litany of apologies for his clumsy ineptitude.

The air in Jungkook's office seemed to grow heavier as Mr. Chang, a distinguished figure with a commanding presence, entered the room. His footsteps echoed with purpose against the polished floor, each stride resonating with a sense of urgency that permeated the atmosphere.

Jungkook, engrossed in a stack of papers, looked up with a furrowed brow as Mr. Chang approached, his expression betraying a hint of apprehension at the unexpected interruption. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Jungkook motioned for Mr. Chang to take a seat, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

The elder was the one who trained Jungkook in lifting up the company when Mr Jeon passed. The duo had successfully eliminated all the conspiracies and unrest formed in the company.

The elder too,sees Jungkook as his son,quite proud of the ambition the younger holds at this age.

"Yes Mr Chang?"

"Good morning Jungkook. Did you check the news today?"

The younger,alarmed at the question immediately answers back,face screaming in curiosity.

"No why?"

"There's been an accident on Seoul road, causing a significant delay in traffic this hour.But what's pertinent is that your new secretary was involved. He was swift in calling the ambulance and transferring the injured to the hospital."

Jungkook's fingers,which were busy signing a couple of papers froze mid-motion, his heart leaping into his throat at the mention of the name.

He tilts his head at the glass window at the right of the room displaying a confused Taehyung sitting on the floor leaning the wall,a bunch of papers scattered around him.

"This graceless one?" He points at the figure on the floor and the elder nods.

"How do you know Mr Chang?"

The elder quickly picks out his phone, opening a video.

"It's all over the media Jungkook. What I have to say is,if this guy gets fired on the basis that he was late for helping the wounded citizens, it's not good for the reputation of the company. Specially,for an accident media is hyping about."

The doe eyed male huffs in annoyance.

"He clearly looks worthless."

An outrageous silence follows before Mr Chang opens his mouth but Jungkook raises up from the chair, panicking.

"Where's my Minho?"

Mr Chang gets up as well,eyes scanning the area for the innocent little one while Jungkook rushes out of the room.

As Taehyung waits outside the room, he notices Minho, wandering nearby. Suddenly, Minho's curious exploration takes a dangerous turn as he reaches out to grab a loose railing, causing it to give way. With a gasp, Minho begins to lose his balance, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the balcony.

Taehyung's trained eyes catch the subtle shift in weight, the faint creak of metal signaling imminent danger. Time seems to slow as Taehyung's instincts kick in and he springs into action.

Without a moment's hesitation, he lunges forward, his hand shooting out to grasp Minho's wrist just before he falls. In that split second, Taehyung's grip tightens, his muscles straining as he fights against the force of gravity.

The world holds its breath as Taehyung's reflexes are put to the ultimate test. With a surge of strength, he manages to halt Minho's descent, his body trembling with the effort. Every muscle in his body screams with exertion as he slowly pulls Minho back to safety, his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.

A collective gasp echoes through the office, drawing the attention of other employees nearby. They quickly gather around the scene, their eyes wide with shock and awe at Taehyung's actions.

Some exchange impressed murmurs, while others offer words of gratitude and praise.

Amidst the chaos, Taehyung remains calm and composed, his gaze locked on Minho's bewildered face.

"M-minho!!"

Sensing the familiar arrogant voice from the back Taehyung immediately let's loose on the tight grip on the boy who continues to admire him with widened orbs.

The CEO closes the distance with long strides and picks up the boy securely, caressing the soft hair locks while the innocent boy wraps his arms around his brother.

" You really think yourself a gangster huh? Just wait for home. I'll tell everything to Eomma today." Jungkook yelps, recalling what could have happened since it's the 16th floor of the building.

Taehyung's eyes meet Jungkook's briefly, a silent reading of the boy's features. Despite being twenty two, the CEO looks young and femininely cute.

'The softer he is,the easier for me. Probably...two days and I'll be done!'

"T-thank you." Jungkook exclaims straightening up his posture, still not meeting the almond orbs intently eyeing him.

And though Taehyung's true intentions remain shrouded in secrecy, for now, Jungkook can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the man who saved his brother's life.

The other bows before speaking ~

"F-feed him water and let him relax. A baby's brain isn't suited to activate alertness."

Jungkook, caught off guard by Taehyung's cryptic remark, furrows his brows in confusion.

He continues to wrap the boy in his arms and clears his throat to address the secretary.

"Follow me."

The tension in the air shifts into a moment of awkwardness as Jungkook guides him to his room.

As the CEO places himself on the chair Minho rushed to Taehyung's arms, pouting at the man to lift him up.

"Have a seat Taehyung."

"Y-yes Sir."

Taehyung places himself opposite to Jungkook ,a thick broad table placed in between. Minho continues to sit on the secretary's lap, playing with his fingers.

"So, how old are you?"

"Twenty six, sir."

"With no job experience?"

The elder shakes his head and the CEO rolls his eyes.

"Alright,I... I've reconsidered my decision." The younger announces, his tone serious yet soft.

"I witnessed your quick thinking and bravery in saving Minho. That's the kind of initiative and resourcefulness I value in this company. However...."

Jungkook's expression grows stern, "Let me make one thing clear: I expect punctuality and efficiency. As your boss, respect is something I deserve and I'll not tolerate a second if someone can't give me that. Also I expect honesty and loyalty from Employees. You are not allowed to make a single phone call or walk a step without my permission. Do I make myself clear?" Jungkook demands raising his eyebrows.

"Y-yes Mr Jeon." Taehyung replies, giving him a polite smile.

"Alright. You can learn your duties from Mr Chang. I don't have time to explain." The younger ends the conversation turning his head back to the laptop.

Minho follows the secretary who gives him a questioning gaze.

"I will take you to uncle Chang. Please Kim uncle?"

Jungkook was about to intervene but his secretary took the boy in his arms and shut the door.

"Let's go boy."

"I have a name.Minho."

"Oh yes, Mr Minho."

"You know what, I think you are an angel." The younger cutely wails, tone filled in gratitude and admiration.

Taehyung's smile falters for a moment, a flicker of irony crossing his features as he hears Minho's words. Here he is, being hailed as an angel for his heroic act, when in reality, he is far from it.

As a member of the dark world, Taehyung operates in the shadows, carrying out tasks that are anything but angelic,rather he's the one who worships devil. Angels are highly overrated.

"Wh-why ? Why you think so?"

"Your eyes are so angelic and you are so sweet uncle." The innocent one praises while the elder smirks patting the hair of the child.

'Well, demons are angels too,just the dark one, with no wings but fangs and claws.'

...In eyes that gleam with cunning light,...

...Deception lurks, concealed from sight....

...Their lips smiles, yet harbor lies,...

...In veiled vision, truth defies....

...Beware the charm, the gleam, the glint,...

...For behind those eyes, deception's hint....

...In every glance, a story told,...

...But beneath the surface, secrets hold....

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