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Kaleidoscope of Hearts [Taekook]
H.P.T⁵
The air in Kim Namjoon’s private office was heavy, laced with tension before Jeon Jungkook even stepped inside. Namjoon had expected this day for years, but he hadn’t expected it like this.
The door opened without a knock. Jungkook walked in as though the room already belonged to him, flanked by two of his men. Dressed in black, his presence swallowed the light, a storm moving with a purpose.
Kim Namjoon
Jeon Jungkook.
Namjoon greeted carefully, his voice deep but strained.
Kim Namjoon
It’s been a long time.
Jungkook didn’t return the courtesy. He simply lowered himself into the chair opposite Namjoon’s desk, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes were unreadable, but his aura screamed dominance.
Jeon Jungkook
You own me, Namjoon.
The words were simple, cutting straight to the bone.
Jeon Jungkook
And I’ve come to collect.
Kim Namjoon
You saved my company years ago. I never denied the debt. You can have money, connections, properties—anything. Name it, and I’ll give it.
Jungkook leaned forward slightly, his lips curling into a smile that was more dangerous than kind.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t want money. Or land. Or power. I already have those.
Namjoon’s heartbeat quickened. Something in Jungkook’s tone made his chest tighten with dread.
Jeon Jungkook
What I want.
Jungkook continued slowly, deliberately.
Jeon Jungkook
Is your son.
The room fell into suffocating silence.
Namjoon’s hands tightened into fists on his desk.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered—not in confirmation, but in hunger. He didn’t even say the name, just let his silence serve as an answer.
Namjoon said firmly, voice hardening.
Kim Namjoon
He’s just nineteen. He’s a child. You can ask me for anything else, but not him.
Jungkook tilted his head, his smile fading into something colder.
Jeon Jungkook
You think debts are negotiable? You begged me once, Namjoon. I saved you. Your empire, your family’s legacy—it exists because I allowed it to.
Namjoon swallowed, his calm slipping under the weight of Jungkook’s words.
Jungkook said, his voice dropping into something dark and final.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m collecting what I’m owed. And what I want… is your son.
Namjoon’s lips pressed into a thin line, his body tense with both anger and fear.
Kim Namjoon
You’re asking for too much, Jungkook. Taehyung is not a bargaining chip. He’s my son. I will not hand him over like property.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind them. But instead of exploding, he stood, buttoning his jacket with precise calm.
Jeon Jungkook
You don’t have to hand him over, Namjoon.
He said smoothly, almost chillingly.
Jeon Jungkook
Because either way, he will be mine.
Namjoon’s chest tightened, but he forced his voice steady.
Kim Namjoon
Over my dead body.
Jungkook leaned in close, his voice a whisper that struck like a blade.
Jeon Jungkook
If that’s the way it has to be.
And with that, he turned, leaving Namjoon trembling in the silence of his office.
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