The sound of the keyboard echoed throughout the room. The windows were decorated with a fresh film of mist as it poured cats and dogs outside. The streets flooded with water as people tried to reach their homes. Raincoats brushed against each other as the main street got crowded with people demanding for space for it was a shallow escape, a less drenched path with more roofs and bus stations for shelter. While the town buzzed with the pitter patter of rain drops, flashes of thunder and murmers of people, a certain man was editing the draft of an article which he was supposed to finish it by that day.

With the pen cap being brutally nipped, the editor seemed to be lost in his thoughts. An irony of how comfortable his surroundings seemed as compared to the shouts and thunders outside. His notepad worn out with the number of times he had flipped the pages. While his half lidded eyes stared intensely on the topic of the draft.

Seemingly he had just finished his work when he came to know he had left out the title.

Wait..confused on what the editor was thinking.

Well the person who laid in his chair with a restless expression was a lawyer. A lawyer who had just won his case and was busy thinking about the life of criminals. A dark side no-one wants to see. On how the person became a criminal. It is not like you are born with an evil mindset. A pure but a fragile heart has to go through so much to finally choose and hold hands with the evil who seems to entertain him more than the soft colours around.

Of course there isn't any excuse for the crimes that you do or for the mistakes you commit. It is the time and space which makes it cruel.

He was known for being a mature one at a young age who seemed rather an outcast in terms of law, who seemed to have to work two exhausting jobs at once. Both drained him out but kept him up for the night.
Satisfied. Yes, the word which makes feel comforted was what he thought his life was.

*Knock**Knock*

Snapping out, he gathered himself and made a lazy move to open the door.
And well let's just say he was blessed by someone whose thighs were well-

"Damn Namjoon hyung, you know I respect you but you did not have to come here at my doorstep in nothing but a hoodie and shorts."

Kim Namjoon, a man of principles who respected all people regardless their background was an agent, a person who had saved countless lives and swept away the lives of traitors with nothing but a flick of his eyebrow and a stern expression.
But..
To the editor he was a dimple lord who he worshipped with all his heart for his bravery, wisdom and strength enchanted him. The two brothers were known as destruction duo where one would break things and the other would mend it for him.
Both loved each other so much but like all awkward siblings they could not say that simply. Something one could easily make out with how they acted towards each other.
A playful but a strict and a protective bond which none got a chance to see, but those who saw were blessed.
Nevertheless, with a disgusted expression Namjoon said, "You better stop right there or else I am moving out of here."
...
...
All the colours drained from his face as he begged, "No Namjoon hyung, you can't leave. I can't leave without you."

Seeing the misty orbs of his brother, Namjoon's tone softened.
"I was just joking. Don't worry I won't leave you. I know you need my company kid."
With a scowl he said,"Hey, who said I needed you I needed Jin hyung. He makes delicious food and being the older one he can discipline you too."

...

"I am done with this-"

Laughing he said,"Okay, stop. I am sorry. Even if you leave I will be like a lost cause, after all you and Jin hyung are all I have."

Namjoon grunted but smiled nonetheless, "We are not leaving you in this life kid. Even if I die my thighs will haunt you in your dreams."

"You and your sarcastic remarks. Even if I would love to argue I have an article to finish and a case to inspect."

Namjoon's eyes widened with realization and a dark expression clouded his orbs,"Oh now that you reminded me of it, I seem to have a news for you."

"Oh, please tell me he didn't cut the tax this time, did he?"

With an amused expression he said,"No kid that is not it. Even if you score a nation merit the old man would still refuse to erase off the tax."

With a blunt tone he asked, "Come to the point."

And there was it again
With a smirk the agent handed over a letter to him.

The colour was enough to send shocking and amused waves through him.
With quick hands he opened the letter and there it was.
The ink he loved now lit a fire in him.
His fingers twisted along the letters and finally set on the inscribed purple signature below.
With a crooked smile he glanced up to see his brother smirking on him.

Jeon Jungkook dropped the letter on the ground, his eyes instantly moving towards the blood red rose which seemingly was willing to be plucked. Taking the now sharp stem of the rose and twirling it in his fingers, he said,

"Well,well,well god gracious, I finally received your letter. This is going to be a ride."
With an intense gaze he squeezed one of the thorns in his fingers allowing the crimson fluid to trail sensually and fall right there on the letter.
Where the red drop splashed on the name imprinted in purple ink,
Park Jimin

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