Jungkook knew the moment he entered the luxurious hotel room that he was going to meet with the Devil.

Maybe it was by how everything in the living room is leather red or black and how some antique decorations is spread around the room. Whatever it was, it settled an unsettling sensation in Jungkook's stomach. The goon by the door pats him down, removing his gun and knife hidden in his pocket. He moves onto Jimin, the other willingly hands his gun over and  the guard nods affirmatively and directed the two to step farther into the room.

Jimin lets out a sigh in relief.

Taehyung was right, he hid every other weapon in the right places that they wouldn't spot it.

Jungkook steps farther into the room, scanning his eyes everywhere to his surroundings, especially to the large window to the side of the room. He approached the window and takes a moment to look outside, scouring his eyes over the beautiful penthouse view with the city lights glimmering before his eyes.

It's a stunning view for sure.

But nothing glimmered brighter in the night sky than the red dot of a laser aimed to Jungkook's chest. For a moment Jungkook looks down, seeing how the dot moves to where his heart is and see it move in a single motion, making the other twitch a small smile.

The motion forms a heart.

Yeosang is watching.

Jungkook looks up, trying to locate where the laser is coming from but a door barging open catches his attention and he glares out the window. Instantly the laser disappears and he turns around just in time. Two men emerges from a wooden doors, one specifically caught Jungkook's eyes instantly; The familiar tall male with massive curly hair and vivid green eyes.

One he has seen in pictures over a millions of times.

Harry.

The leader of Orchids.

He didn't expect to meet with him tonight.

He thought he was meeting with his right hand man only......

Oh no....

Jungkook shuffles uncomfortably within each feet to the other's chaotic stare as he approaches Jungkook, dressed in a loose silk black button up shirt and black loose trousers; something Jungkook didn't quite expect from a gang leader to be presented as.

He was expecting the other to appear more intimidating than that, but he clearly can't count on looks when it comes to impressions.

Taehyung being a perfect example of that.

"Hello Jeon Jungkook," Harry surprisingly spoke in perfect Korean, catching Jungkook entirely by surprise as he extends out a hand with a beaming smile, "I'm Harry Styles, as you may know by now. If you wouldn't mind, may we speak in english for this meeting? As you can see my Korean isn't as fluent as I would like for it to be. "

He's toying with him already.

Hm, strange technique.

Jungkook licks his lips and sends him a stern nod and shakes his head, "Of course," He spoke in fluent english, making Harry's eyes glitter in delight as he leads him to sit on the couch. Jungkook reluctantly sits on the opposite couch from Harry so he can face him better while Jimin stands beside the couch with hands clasped in front of him, clearly as a guard for Jungkook. Harry signals with a lazy hand for the man beside him to pour him wine in the two wine glass on the table between the two.

"Have some wine. It's the finiest I've every tried," Harry ventures giddily, reminding Jungkook of Taehyung's attitude at times when he's in his violent and chaotic phase.

Taehyung's giddiness when he knows he has the upper hand and can turn into a psychopath at any moment.

Seems like it's obvious where he learned that from.

Harry's on the other hand..... It's a darle type of giddiness.

It's not a giddiness to play and just be psychotic.

It's a giddiness of complete control.

A man who sees far too ahead than the present, and at this moment it's Jungkook's possible death.

Jungkook perks an eyebrow and politely shakes his head, "I'm fine, thank you," he says carefully and glances at Jimin, who only stands beside him like the man standing beside Harry, taking in the whole scene with emotionless eyes.

He has to be stone cold.

Just as how Taehyung urged him to be.

One slip, and it can be lights out for him just as quick.

Harry's eyes suddenly grew darker, signalling the other man to pour the wine to the other glass. The taller's delicate tattooed fingers grasps the glass and hands it out to Jungkook, "I said have some wine."

For a moment Jungkook felt that intimidation that Taehyung has mentioned many times before to be aware of.

The demand lacing in his deep husky voice.

Harry likes things going his way, and when things usually don't go his way, he kills.

Simple as that.

No matter who it is.

Something hasn't changed from this sly fucker.

So the two share an intense moment of eye contact before Jungkook takes the glass with a forced smile. He stares at the red liquid for a while and was about to bring the rim to his lips, but Jimin snatched the glass carefully and takes a large gulp of the wine instead. Jungkook's stares at Jimin in surprise as he tastes the wine with his tongue. After a few moments Jimin nods, giving Jungkook the wine glass with a firm look in his eyes.

A look Jungkook hasn't seen in a very long time.

Composed.

Jimin is composed.

The hysteria or the giddiness behind his once chocolate brown eyes is gone, completely replaced by a coldness he never thought would radiate from the smaller man.

Whatever Taehyung did to him, Jungkook isn't sure whether to like it or not.

But he still has Jimin's devotion, that was clear when he tested if the drink was poisoned or not.

So Jungkook feeling much more calmer now turns to look at Harry, taking a sip of the wine and hums, "Good wine indeed."

And a good wine it is.

Harry smirks broadly and nods, "Dedicated man, who would rather die first than let his leader die. I like that."

Jungkook felt his discomfort intensify when Harry rises up to his feet and approaches Jimin. The smaller stands still, his eyes expressionless as he not once averted his eyes to Harry. The green eyed man grins widely and slides a finger down the side of his smooth face, "And attractive too, definitely would like to have you here with me if your boss ever so let's you, hm."

The intense urge to throw Harry out the large window became too much to handle that Jungkook had to gulp down a mouth full of wine to hold back his bubbling desire.

He doesn't like when other people pampers what's his.

Jimin is his.

Everyone in Oasis is his.

And he protects his people.

Jungkook clears his throat, stopping Harry from leaning over to Jimin's face, "Excuse me for interrupting, but we have much to speak of."

An evident look of relief spreads Jimin's eyes the moment Jungkook saved him from whatever torturous ideas Harry had for him. The curly haired man grins and presses his lips against Jimin's cheek and pats his shoulder, tweaking a nerve in Jungkook's body as he  moves to sit back in his original seat, facing Jungkook with glittering eyes, "Of course we do."

Jungkook takes a deep breath and leans forward, "I would just like to say that it's a pleasure having you here in South Korea, but as a man that runs his own gang, having another gang come into my area is pretty uncommon, especially since they usually end up with their heads blown off. As of now you are in no conflict with me so I must remind you that you are in my territory, so I expect you treat my territory with respect throughout your stay."

Short and simple, no need to elongate it.

Harry hums, taking in Jungkook's words with a calm expression and then nods, "Well isn't that a little obvious now, isn't it? However, I'm not here for you so you have nothing to worry about in the matters of your territory," Harry states lightly but then his expression drastically changed to a darker look, "I'm here for my runaway."

The mere mention of Taehyung sent an involuntary shiver down Jungkook's spine, fighting the urge to to get a bit violent himself.

He has to protect Taehyung.

Jungkook bites his lip to hold back any snarky remarks, "As I restate, you are in my territory, so you must respect it. That includes Kim Taehyung as well."

Harry didn't seem at all surprised, on contraire, his eyes beams in excitement, "Aw so you know my beloved TaeTae? Or how we use to call him, our beloved Karma? I'm not looking for him for no reason Jungkook."

Karma....

That sounds..... Familiar...

No, Harry's trying to get into his head.

Jungkook narrows his eyes to Harry's condescending tone, "I don't care why you're looking for him, but you are to not to harm or take him. He's my property now."

Taehyung would've - undoubtedly - slit Jungkook's head right off his body if he heard Jungkook referring to him as his property. If he can still listen from the watch, then there's no denying his eyebrows are twitching in aggravation and his lips are pulled to a nasty snarl.

But Jungkook knows what he's doing.

He's speaking Harry's language.

If he shows a small gleam of care, something more other than Taehyung as an object for the empire, he'll take advantage of that.

As a weakness.

Hopefully Taehyung wouldn't be too upset with him tonight once this is over, he knows how to hold a grudge after all.

His psychotic fallen Angel.

Harry stares at him for a moment longer and then recognition spreads his eyes, and so he barks a loud laugh.

Jungkook slightly jumps from the sudden attitude, seeing Harry's wide smile and squinted eyes in pure entertainment as he pats the arm of the man beside him, who was also biting back a smile, "You hear that Louis? He definitely doesn't know! Ahh our Karma is the same filthy snake we know, always wrapping the wrong people around his fingers."

This made a nerve in Jungkook's body twitch, firing up an impulsive twitch in his body.

Snake?

Taehyung can be anything, maybe even insane, but that's too low referring him to a snake.

Yet...... This is coming from another mafia leader himself.

The leader of Orchids.

What's in his head right now?

The curiosity kept eating Jungkook alive but Harry looks back to him before he could overthink a moment longer, "Well, let's keep you in the dark then. This just got far more interesting," He gleams and leans forward, "I just came up with a resolution for you my dear Jungkookie, but if you wouldn't mind, I would like a little more privacy, if you are so generous enough," He motions a tattooed hand to Jungkook's ring.

The one with the small microphone inserted inside it.

In which Namjoon and the rest of the gang are hearing from the other side.

He knew.

Of course he did.

Anything Taehyung possibly told them in order to be a step ahead tonight, Harry certainly already has thought about it.

He's playing with them.

Since the second he stepped inside.

Jungkook underestimated him, maybe even Taehyung too.

In that case, Taehyung's methods will have be put down.

Time ti approach this as the leader of Oasis.

Time to get to know the Orchid leader with his lenses.

Strange enough though, Jungkook expected the other to be mad or possibly kill him for his sneak attempt with the ring, but he only held a calm look on his face as he glances between the ring and Jungkook's face.

He's too smart.

He knows the consequences of killing Jungkook in his own territory.

Especially with all eyes on him.

"Trust me," Harry grins, leaning back against the couch with the wine glass in hand, "If you care about your precious Taehyung so bad, you will surely enjoy this deal."

Jungkook didn't want to be tempted to his bid, but he has to do what he can to protect his gang and Taehyung. So he glances out the window, hoping Yeosang can still see them, even as one of the goons began to close the curtains to block the city lights out from the room.

Harry knew about the window. No doubt he even designed it to be bulletproof when he arranged this room.

If Harry is just as paranoid as Jungkook is, or even worse, than no doubt before the meeting he walked through every possible way he could die tonight.

And made sure that wouldn't happen, by getting into Taehyung's head.

The plan was a fail from the start.

So it's time to improvise.

It's all up to Jungkook and Jimin by this point on.

He has to trust his instincts.

He has to be the leader of Oasis now.

So he did. He takes the ring off and sinks it into the wine, looking at Harry with a familiar expressionless eyes.

He's not going to play anymore.

This is business.

The sudden attitude made Jimin send him a worried glance, recognizing that familiar coldness.

That switch.

Raven.

"I'm listening Mr. Styles."

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A/N:
Last update for the night yay!!! Now time to get some sleep hahaha

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