14
The nightclub was alive with pounding music, flashing lights, and a sea of bodies moving in sync with the bass. Jungkook blended into the crowd, his fitted leather jacket and ripped jeans helping him pass as just another partygoer. But he wasn’t here for the music or the drinks. He had received a tip that this club was a meeting ground for some of THV’s lower-ranking associates, and he intended to get answers.
On the other side of the room, Taehyung lounged in a VIP booth, surrounded by a crowd of admirers. He sipped his whiskey lazily, his sharp suit and undeniable charisma drawing all eyes to him. But his focus was fractured tonight. The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline of power—it felt hollow. He was here to escape the weight of his empire, at least for a few hours.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook maneuvered his way through the throngs of people, his sharp eyes scanning for his target. He spotted him—a slick-looking man in his 40s who went by the name Jinho. He was one of THV’s smugglers, and he needed to know where his next shipment was headed. Slipping his recorder into his jacket pocket, he edged closer to the bar where Jinho was nursing a drink.
Jeon Jungkook
As he approached, a flash of movement in the VIP section caught her attention. His breath hitched as his gaze landed on a familiar figure reclining in a booth. Kim Taehyung. The charming businessman from the party, the man who had sent his instincts into overdrive. And now, the pieces clicked together with terrifying clarity.
Jeon Jungkook
(whispering to himself) "No, it cannot be ( his hands trembling) Kim Taehyung.
Jeon Jungkook
"Don't tell me he is THV The King of the underworld."
Jeon Jungkook
(Muttering to herself)
"Of course, it’s him. He’s THV."
His pulse quickened as he realized the danger he was in. If he saw him, if he recognized him, he wouldn’t get out of here unscathed. But he couldn’t leave—not yet.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung swirled the amber liquid in his glass, half-listening to the woman beside him who was desperately trying to hold his attention. But something pulled his focus—a familiar silhouette weaving through the crowd. He straightened slightly, his eyes narrowing as recognition struck. Jungkook.
Kim Taehyung
The fiery journalist from the party. What was he doing here? he didn’t belong in a place like this. And the way he was moving, his purposefulness—it wasn’t for leisure. he was working. Hunting. But for what? Or whom?
Kim Taehyung
A dangerous smirk curled on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, his interest piqued. he didn’t know he’d spotted him. Not yet.
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