Mount Everest - Labrinth

Taehyung was not happy.

Hell, he was anything but fucking happy since he woke up this morning.

It's still Saturday and he hasn't gotten a proper rest from his hangover.

And his body still hurts so you can imagine how fucking pissed and annoyed he is right now that he is sitting here, on the passenger side of Taemin's car, traveling all the way to Phoenix territory.

Just because someone thought it was fucking cute to challenge and take over the Karma name.

Ridiculous.

Sure, he's not fight anymore, isn't Karma either, but he legacy still is his.

He was the roughest bastard of the streets.

And still fucking is.

"Do you have a plan to what you will do when you see him?"

Taehyung was too far into glaring at the trees they're passing by to digest Taemin's question, but after it did his fist coils tightly against his temple, lips snarling angrily.

"I will politely punch him across the face until he chokes on his teeth."

This actually made Taemin chuckle a little, casting a side eye glance to Taehyung with a hand on the wheel while the other adjusts his black cap, "Charming, but I wouldn't recommend it just yet. Measure your enemies before attacking."

Taehyung shifts his eyes to Taemin, "Is that from your assassination handbook?"

"You'd be surprised with what you may find in there, I'll tell you that."

Lazily Taehyung tsk under his breath with an eye roll, twitching a grin, "Why are you helping me? I thought Tiny had all your attention."

"He is special, yes," Taemin admits, not fighting the small smirk to Taehyung's glare, "And because he's special, I must make sure everyone around him is safe. Consider yourself the VIP of my attention."

"I'm so honored."

"You should be," And boldly Taemin eases a hand from the gear handle to Taehyung's thigh, "I give great attention."

Taehyung nonchalantly glances to his hand on his thigh and uses his long fingers to wrap it around Taemin's dainty hand, feeling the texture of his skin against his own.

He has soft hands.

"You're quiet bold," Taehyung ventures, a small dark grin twitching the corner of his lips, "A little bratty. No wonder Yeosang got obsessed with you."

That was definitely the twist knot in Taemin's soul because immediately his expression dropped, quickly removing his hand from Taehyung's - who was laughing to himself before proceeding to look outside.

He wasn't done yet.

"Must suck on waiting for someone who promised the same in return," Taehyung continues, noticing the tight grip Taemin has on the wheel, "Only to find out he's giving dick to another person who just loves his attention -"

The car suddenly came to an abrupt stop to the side of the highway.

Followed by a familiar click to the side of Taehyung's temple.

Taehyung's smirk didn't fade away, only shifting his gaze to the side to see a gun pointed to his face with Taemin's murderous glare looming over him.

Oh he got him good this time.

"You..... Have some balls saying that shit to me right now," Taemin snarls lowly, "I don't care if you're Gatita's boyfriend. Stick with that tongue," The gun now is pointed down between Taehyung's legs, "And you won't have a dick to jerk off to."

Taehyung observed him with his glittering eyes, smiling to himself while gliding his index finger alongside his lips, leaning forward so the gun is pressed right on the length of his dick.

But he never lost eye contact with Taemin, who seemed a bit surprise by his sudden boldness.

"You and I are kinda alike. We're so emotional, driven by it," And he leans a finger, gliding it to the side of Taemin's face - who didn't even flinch away, "It impulses us, yet it's our greatest downfall."

His finger suddenly glides down to Taemin's chin and taps it up, making the mafia leader's eyes sneer, "I'm not emotional."

Taehyung tenderly bites his bottom lip, slowly nodding, "I'm sure you aren't. You wouldn't have a gun pressed against my dick if you weren't impulsive about your emotions, right?"

Taemin's eyes flicker to the gun still pressed to Taehyung's dick. He was still for a moment and it was as though he was pulled by something.

A deep trance.

And subconsciously he presses it harder down.

This caught Taehyung a bit by surprise but the sudden pressure did provoke a whine out of his lips, suddenly slumping on the seat with legs squeezed tight.

He pressured directly to a sensitive area.

A very sensitive area

Quietly Taemin continues to observe him, lips parted as he trails the gun higher, right to the base of Taehyung's dick.

And pressed down.

Taehyung groans a little under his breath, cursing, and he impulsively takes Taemin's face with both of his hands tightly, glaring into them.

Taemin's breath hitches.

"You better stop," Taehyung forces through his teeth, the darkness cascading his eyes, "Please..... Don't provoke me."

It seems as though Taemin was suddenly snapped off whatever daze he was in, glancing from the gun and back to Taehyung's face.

And the emotions slowly returned to his features.

It was a thing but satisfaction.

If anything, it was guilt.

"Oh," He whispers, quickly easing back, now sitting back while shoving the gun to his waistband, staring the car again, "I didn't.... Sorry-"

"I know," Taehyung mutters, eyes closed to detain his rapid beating heart, "Just drive."

That was all that was said between them before an hour passed and suddenly they were in Phoenix territory.

Joshua eased them through without much trouble, letting them park the car by his place before guiding them to where the real fun is.

Where the fighting ignites.

The audience is filled people tonight, all having a familiar symbol on different parts of their bodies. They're cheering for the fighters in the rink, but Taehyung didn't quite have a shit about them.

He gave a shit about about the fighter with the aggressive blows against the thin competitor, completely punching him down unconscious.

A punch that twitched a nerve to Taehyung's jaw.

That was a solid hit.

"AND THAT'S ANOTHER WIN FOR THE ONE AND ONLY KARMA!"

Now that really twitched a nerve to Taehyung's temple.

Oh it provoked him so bad.

Especially to the eruption in cheers exploding around them.

They all seem to have forgotten who owned the initial title.

The buzz cut man of the victory screeches with a fist in the air, howling as everyone chant his name.

Karma.

Karma.

Karma.

Taehyung's teeth gritted so tightly that he could feel himself seconds away from becoming feverishly violent.

Extremely violent.

He couldn't contain himself anymore the second the man screeched that he's the rightful Karma of this ring.

Not hearing Taemin's protests after him, Taehyung storms right to the ring while shoving people aside, pushing the guard away to open the door.

Something cruised through his body angrily the second he saw the man so close to him now. He didn't know what came over him but the second he stepped into that ring, he couldn't hold back his iron fist from slamming to the man's face - forcing him to the ground while the crowd immediately falls silent.

And shit, that felt so fucking good.

"WOAHHHHH LOOKS LIKE WE GOT A CHALLENGER UP HERE! SOMEONE TAKE THIS MAN OUT!"

Taehyung rips the hood off his head, revealing his identity with a heavy snarl.

The crowd immediately reacted.

Explosion of gasps, cheers, and howls is all he could hear.

Even the announcer was fucking taken off guard.

"OH SHIT - THE ONE AND ONLY FUCKING KARMA! THE DARK SHADOW WHO DISAPPEARED HAS RETURNED THE ROYAL MAJESTY HIMSELF!"

Taehyung couldn't even hear well through his pounding pulses what was said around him, but the second he glanced at Taemin standing by the door of the ring - who obviously couldn't come in because of his identity being risked - he took full advantage of the control he has now.

And his menacing glare shifts to the copycat, who is looking at Taehyung with eyes widen in shock. Taehyung only spits on the ground, marking his place.

"You want to be Karma so bad, huh?" Taehyung chuckles, taking a step forward to his face, smile dropping to a sinister sneer, "Try to kick me off my throne, you fucking bastard."

The crowd exploded in screams, even the announcer too, but Taehyung's entire focus was on the man - who for a second looked anything but confident at the moment.

But it was the second that he looked around the crowd and back to Taehyung that he regained somewhat of his confidence, yet his hand trembled when he shook Taehyung's hand.

"You're on."

Taemin bowed his head with a heavy sigh from the door, slowly shifting his eyes to the crowd as they chant Karma's name, all the way until it settles to someone standing in the far back, right by the exist.

With a devious grin on his lips.

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A/N:

Karma is making a comeback!!!!!

Let's gooooo!!

I PURPLE YOU! <33