CHAPTER 2
A week had passed since the fateful gala where Jungkook and Taehyung's paths had first crossed, their heated exchange setting the stage for a rivalry that would consume them both. Taehyung had returned to his lavish penthouse, his mind awhirl with thoughts of the enigmatic mafia king and the dark promise in his eyes.
It was in the dead of night when the news reached him - his latest shipment of diamonds, sourced from the glittering sands of Abu Dhabi, had vanished without a trace. Taehyung's blood ran cold as he listened to the frantic reports from his men, their voices trembling as they recounted the brazen heist.
Taehyung knew, with a grim certainty, that this was no ordinary theft. No, this was a message, a declaration of war from his greatest rival. There was only one man with the audacity, the sheer arrogance, to steal from him so boldly - Jeon Jungkook.
Fury and betrayal warred within Taehyung as he stormed out of his office, his mind set on confronting the man who dared to cross him so blatantly. He arrived at the towering glass and steel monolith that housed the Jeon Corporation, his eyes blazing with righteous anger.
The guards, clad in crisp black suits and armed to the teeth, tried to bar his path, their hands raised in a futile attempt to halt his advance. But Taehyung was beyond reason, his rage a living thing that consumed all sense of caution. He brushed past them, his lithe form a whirlwind of fury as he ascended to the top floor, the sanctum sanctorum of the Jeon empire.
Jungkook was in the midst of a meeting when Taehyung burst into his office, his business partners and advisors turning to stare at the interruption. Shock rippled through the room as they took in the sight of the stunning man, his chiseled features etched with a rage that stole the breath from their lungs.
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"Jeon Jungkook!" Taehyung spat, his voice shaking with barely contained fury. "You have some nerve, you son of a bitch!"
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking over to the intruder with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, his long fingers steepling beneath his chin as he regarded Taehyung with a cold, assessing stare.
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"Mr. Kim," he acknowledged, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this...unexpected visit?"
Taehyung took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides.
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"Don't play dumb with me, you bastard!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can steal from me and get away with it? You think I don't know it was you who ordered the heist?"
Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenching as he rose to his feet.
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"You're speaking out of turn, Taehyung," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "You would do well to watch your tongue in my presence."
But Taehyung was too far gone in his rage to heed the warning.
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"Watch my tongue?" he laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that cut through the stunned silence of the room. "You watch your own, you lying bastard! You think you can take what's mine and leave me powerless? You think I won't make you pay for this insult?"
Jungkook's face darkened, a vein throbbing in his temple as he took a step towards Taehyung.
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"You dare to accuse me of such a thing?" he growled, his voice shaking with barely restrained fury. "I am not the one who stole your precious gems, Taehyung. I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Taehyung scoffed, a sound of pure disdain. "Liar!" he spat, his eyes blazing with accusation.
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"You're the only one with the balls to pull off a stunt like that. You think you can muscle in on my territory and leave me to rot? I won't let you, Jungkook. I won't let you destroy everything I've built!"
Jungkook's hand shot out, gripping Taehyung's arm in a bruising hold.
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"Listen to me carefully, you little fool," he snarled, his face inches from Taehyung's. "I did not steal your diamonds. I have no idea who did, but I assure you, it was not me. I have more important matters to attend to than petty thievery."
Taehyung wrenched his arm from Jungkook's grip, his eyes flashing with defiance.
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"You're lying!" he shouted, his voice shaking with anguish. "You're the only one who could have done this, the only one with the power and the audacity to strike at me so boldly. I won't let you get away with it, Jungkook. I won't let you ruin me!"
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, a cold, calculating look settling over his features.
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"You're making a grave mistake, Taehyung," he said, his voice soft and dangerous. "Accusing me so blatantly, causing a scene in my own office...you're playing with fire, and you'll get burned. I suggest you leave now, before you say something you'll regret."
But Taehyung was beyond reason, his pride and his fury blinding him to the danger he courted.
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"I won't let you ruin me, Jungkook!" he screamed, his voice raw with emotion. "I won't let you take what's mine and leave me destitute and powerless. I'll find out who stole my diamonds, and I'll make them pay. And I'll start by making you pay, you bastard!"
With that, Taehyung turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, leaving a stunned silence in his wake. Jungkook watched him go, his eyes dark and thoughtful as he considered the implications of Taehyung's accusations.
He knew, with a grim certainty, that he would have to act quickly to clear his name and regain control of the situation. He could not allow Taehyung's wild accusations to stand, could not let the world believe that he, Jeon Jungkook, the mighty mafia king, had stooped so low as to steal from a rival.
No, he would get to the bottom of this mystery, and he would make the true culprit pay dearly for their treachery. And as for Taehyung...well, he would deal with the pretty little diamond merchant later. One way or another, he would have his revenge, and the world would know that no one, not even the formidable Kim Taehyung, could cross Jeon Jungkook and emerge unscathed.
As the shocked murmurs of his advisors filled the room, Jungkook allowed a slow, wicked smile to spread across his face. He had a feeling that his rivalry with Taehyung was only just beginning, and he looked forward to every single moment of their deadly dance. In the end, only one of them would stand victorious, and Jungkook had no doubt that it would be him. After all, he was the king, and he always got what he wanted. No matter the cost.
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