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Location: Kim Estate

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The night was cloaked in a shroud of quiet luxury as a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the grand iron gates of the Kim Estate. The soft hum of the engine barely disturbed the silence, the vehicle a ghost in the night.

From inside, Yeon Yami peered out, her lips curling into a smirk as she took in the sheer opulence before her. The towering mansion, bathed in the glow of golden lights, stood as a testament to power, wealth, and control.

"So this is what it’s like to be a king," she thought, her heart beating faster—not out of fear, but out of sheer greed.

She had finally done it. She had caught Kim Seokjin’s eye.

Or so she believed.

The chauffeur opened the door for her, and as she stepped out, the crisp night air sent a shiver down her spine. But it wasn’t the cold that unsettled her—it was the sheer grandeur of the world she was about to step into.

A head maid, dressed in a neat black uniform, approached her with a neutral expression. Her eyes held no warmth.

"This way, Miss Yeon."

Yami followed without hesitation, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors as she was led through the vast hallways of the estate. Every detail screamed excess—from the intricate chandeliers to the fine art that lined the walls.

They stopped before a massive black wooden door, its frame carved with delicate yet imposing patterns.

"The Master has prepared something for you inside," the maid said, bowing slightly before turning away.

Yami’s heart pounded in excitement.

"So he really is interested in me."

With a slow inhale, she pushed the door open.

The Red Room

As soon as she stepped inside, her breath hitched.

The room was drenched in deep crimson hues, the walls lined with dark mahogany, and the dim lighting casting eerie shadows across the space.

But what truly made her pulse spike was what she saw next.

The room was filled with an array of… explicit objects.

Leather straps hung from the walls, silk restraints draped over the bedside, and a mirrored ceiling reflected the sinful ambiance of the space. A playroom of dark desires.

A gulp slid down her throat.

"I didn’t think Kim Seokjin was this… kinky."

Her gaze landed on the delicate black lingerie laid out on the silk sheets. The fine lace was sheer, the fabric barely enough to conceal anything.

Yami’s lips curled in amusement.

"So he likes control, does he?"

Without a second thought, she reached for the lingerie, her fingers running over the material before she began stripping.

As she slipped the lace onto her skin, she admired herself in the mirror.

"No man has ever resisted me, and Kim Seokjin won’t be the first."

Just as she adjusted the straps, the door creaked open.

Kim Seokjin stepped inside.

The air shifted immediately.

He was dressed in his usual crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing just a hint of toned skin beneath. His black trousers hugged his form perfectly, but it wasn’t his attire that commanded attention.

It was his presence.

Cold.

Unreadable.

Overwhelming.

Yami sprawled onto the massive bed, her fingers tracing over the silky sheets, her legs slightly spread—a deliberate invitation.

"Mr. Kim..…" she purred, running a hand down her own body. "I’ve been waiting."

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he closed the door behind him with an eerie click. The sound sent an unfamiliar chill through her.

Yet she remained confident.

As he approached, his piercing gaze devoured her, yet his expression remained bored.

She reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, her fingers trailing over his skin. Then, her hands moved lower, working to unbuckle his belt.

But the moment her fingers brushed against the leather, his hand snapped around her wrist.

A gasp escaped her lips as he tightened his grips.

His smirk deepened.

"Fool."

That was the last coherent thought Yeon Yami had.

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The golden light of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows over the room.

Seokjin sat on the edge of the bed, shirt half-open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A thin wisp of smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers. The air heavy with the scent of power and submission.

Behind him, Yeon Yami lay motionless. Her eyes, once gleaming with ambition, were now lifeless.

Her once seductive gaze was now hollow, her lips parted slightly as if still gasping for air. Her delicate fingers, which had once traced his skin with confidence, now lay limp against the silk sheets.

Seokjin didn’t spare her another glance.

"Predictable."

The door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered, his sharp gaze scanning the scene. A sigh escaped him as he took in the inevitable outcome—Seokjin’s method of disposing of his toys.

"You never change," Yoongi muttered, stepping closer. His tone wasn’t laced with shock, just understanding.

Seokjin smirked, bringing the cigarette to his lips. "She wasn’t as entertaining as I thought."

Yoongi’s gaze swept over the ruined girl, his expression unreadable.

Seokjin exhaled a plume of smoke, unbothered. "Clean it up."

Yoongi chuckled darkly. "Like father, like son."

Seokjin didn’t react. He merely strode towards the balcony, the cold morning air greeting his skin.

He should’ve felt satisfied.

And yet… even after a night of indulgence, he found himself unfulfilled.

No amount of pleasure, no amount of conquest could erase the image in his mind.

Kim Dayeun.

Why did she linger in his thoughts?

He should have forgotten about her already—she was no different than any other woman. And yet, she was.

"Annoying."

She lingered in his thoughts like a stubborn ghost. A puzzle he had yet to solve.

A single name he couldn’t shake.

His fingers tapped against the armrest as he stared out of the window, eyes lost in thought.

"Why does she still haunt me?"

But he already knew the answer.

And that only made him want to destroy her even more.

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Location: Dayeun's Bedroom, Kim Residence

The soft glow of the evening lamp bathed Kim Dayeun’s bedroom in warm light, casting long, golden shadows across the wooden floor. She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands twisting together in her lap as a nervous breath escaped her lips.

Tonight, she had made up her mind.

She was going to tell Kim Namjoon about Jungkook.

Her relationship with Jungkook was no secret to her heart, but to the rest of the world, it was something fragile, something she had been protecting for too long. She knew what Namjoon was like—protective, calculating, and utterly ruthless when it came to family matters.

Would he understand? Would he accept the man she had chosen?

A light knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

Before she could respond, the door burst open, revealing her younger twin siblings, Kim Minseo and Kim Jisoo.

And, as always, they were bickering.

"I swear, if you touch my books again, Minseo, I’m going to—"

"It was just a stupid novel, Jisoo! You act like I burned your entire bookshelf!", Minseo spat those words clearly....

Dayeun sighed, shaking her head at their usual antics. "Do you two ever stop?"

Minseo turned to her with a pout, plopping down beside her on the bed. "Not when she keeps acting like she’s the Queen of Literature."

Jisoo huffed, crossing her arms. "And you act like you own the world."

Minseo smirked. "I just might."

Dayeun chuckled softly. Despite their constant arguments, her siblings were her everything. They had been together through the worst of times, standing as each other’s pillars of strength.

But now, it was time for them to know the truth.

She took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the sheets. "I have something important to tell you both."

Minseo and Jisoo immediately quieted, sensing the seriousness in her tone.

Jisoo scooted closer, tilting her head. "What is it, unnie?"

Dayeun exhaled, forcing herself to meet their gazes. "I… I’m in love with someone....  His name is Jeon Jungkook."

A beat of silence.

Then—

Minseo frowned, his brows furrowing. "Jeon Jungkook? Like Jeon Jungkook from Jeon family?! The Jeon Family who have history Of Being From North Korea and started Their business from nothing To be This big.... I even heard about His family Being involved in the shady business....”

And Dayeun was quick enough to Defend Jungkook as She replied,“That's Not True. Yes , Jungkook is from Jeon family... But How you're portraying him isn't true... He is very Good Man.... And I love him.... He is the only person who makes me feel better.... ”

Jisoo’s eyes widened before a bright smile took over her face. "Wait, really?! That’s amazing!"

Dayeun felt a wave of relief wash over her at Jisoo’s reaction.

But Minseo wasn’t as quick to celebrate. He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees as his expression turned serious. "How long?"

"A while now," she admitted.

"And Namjoon hyung doesn’t know?"

She hesitated before shaking her head. "Not yet. But I plan to tell him soon."

Minseo let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don’t know, noona. I mean… Jeon  Jungkook  isn't any random person. He is a Part of a Family That nobody wants to associate.... He’s not going to take this lightly."

Jisoo placed a comforting hand on Dayeun’s arm. "But if you love him, then that’s what matters, right? I support you, unnie."

Minseo scoffed. "You support everything."

Jisoo stuck out her tongue. "And you doubt everything."

Dayeun smiled despite the tension. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, but at least she wasn’t alone.

Minseo sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Fine. I’ll meet him."

Dayeun’s eyes widened. "You will?"

"Yeah. But only to see if he’s actually worthy of you," Minseo said firmly. "If he’s not… well, I won’t hesitate to beat him up."

Jisoo nodded enthusiastically. "And I’ll cheer you on while you do it!"

Dayeun laughed softly. They were impossible. But at that moment, she had never been more grateful for them.

Now, all that was left was Namjoon.

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Location: kim estate

The next morning, inside Seokjin’s study, the scent of expensive tobacco and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mixing with the rich aroma of leather-bound books. The room was a perfect reflection of its owner—luxurious, controlled, and coldly efficient.

Jaebeom entered without knocking, his footsteps silent against the dark marble floor. In his hands was a thick file—the result of an overnight investigation.

He stood before the large mahogany desk and placed the file down with a soft thud.

"I’ve gathered all the information about the people at the restaurant, Boss," Jaebeom stated, his voice steady.

Seokjin, seated in his high-backed chair, reached for the file with gloved fingers, flipping it open with practiced ease. His sharp, calculating eyes scanned each page, absorbing details like a predator studying its prey.

Names. Birthdates. Family ties. Relationships. Every insignificant detail had been turned into a weapon in his hands.

Then, he stilled.

Kim Dayeun.

Her name stared back at him, black ink against pristine white paper.

Jaebeom continued, his voice measured.

"Kim Dayeun, twenty-three. Raised by her cousin, Kim Namjoon, after her parents died. She has twin younger siblings—Kim Minseo and Kim Jisoo, both thirteen. She currently studies business management and—"

Seokjin stopped Jaebeom as he looked up at him and asked,“ Kim Namjoon?! ”

“ She’s the cousin of Kim Namjoon," Jaebeom reiterated, his voice measured. "After their parents passed away, he raised her and the twins as his own. Their bond is strong."

Seokjin leaned back in his chair, fingers  steeped under his chin.

" What a small World...  And Strong bonds," he mused, tilting his head slightly. "How fascinating."

Seokjin’s lips curled into a smirk as his eyes roamed further down the page.

Relationship status: Dating Jeon Jungkook.

His amusement faded, replaced by something darker.

A name he knew all too well.

Jeon Jungkook.

Seokjin’s fingers tightened around the page, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. His amusement returned, but this time, it was cruel.

"How… interesting," he mused, voice dripping with mock curiosity.

Jaebeom, observing the change in his demeanor, continued cautiously.

"Kim Namjoon—CEO of RM Enterprises, twenty-eight years old. He’s built a solid empire in just a few years. Wealthy, well-connected, and…" he paused, then added, "Extremely protective of his family. Especially Dayeun. And The Most Important Thing Is Namjoon Doesn't Know About Jeon Jungkook's Presence In Kim Dayeun's Life...."

Jaebeom stood a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, waiting in silence as Seokjin processed the information.

Seokjin chuckled—low and menacing.

"Protective?" He repeated the word like it amused him. "What a dangerous weakness."

He flipped another page and found Kim Namjoon’s photograph clipped to the document. Next to it was Dayeun’s picture, her soft features and kind eyes standing in stark contrast to the power-hungry world they lived in.

He plucked both photos from the file, holding them up side by side.

One of Kim Dayeun.

One of Kim Namjoon.

He leaned back in his chair, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips.

"Well, well… what an interesting little game this is turning out to be. Kim Namjoon and Kim Dayeun…" he mused, his dark eyes gleaming. "A brother who would burn the world for her and a girl who trusts him more than anyone."

Jaebeom stayed silent, already sensing the wicked calculation brewing in his boss’s mind, waiting for his order..

Seokjin traced a finger over Dayeun’s picture, his smirk never fading.

"So you love Jeon Jungkook, do you?"

How utterly amusing.

His mind whirred with possibilities, his thoughts weaving into something far more sinister than mere amusement.

There were two sides to every war.

And Seokjin?

He was about to claim them both.

Seokjin set Dayeun’s photo down but kept Namjoon’s between his fingers, his smirk widening.

"Tell me, Jaebeom," he asked, his tone almost playful. "What happens when a man like Namjoon believes the person he loves the most has betrayed him and didn't tell him about the most important thing ?"

Jaebeom exhaled, knowing the answer already.“ He will feel betrayed. ”

Seokjin smiled and said,“ Exactly. ”

Seokjin’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, his mind weaving the intricate web that would soon ensnare both Kim Namjoon and Kim Dayeun.

Seokjin hummed in approval. "And what about Dayeun? What do you think she fears the most?"

Jaebeom frowned, recalling the details from the file. "Losing the people she loves."

Seokjin chuckled, a slow, wicked sound. "Perfect."

He picked up Dayeun’s photograph, running a gloved thumb over the image before placing it next to Namjoon’s.

"Then let’s make sure they both experience their worst nightmares," he whispered.

Jaebeom felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Kim Seokjin didn’t just destroy people.

He made them destroy themselves.

Jaebeom exhaled, and replied releasing what His Boss intends to do ,"Namjoon is highly protective of her. If he finds out about Jeon Jungkook's Presence around her—"

"He will destroy him and his trust from Dayeun will waver.," he said simply.

Seokjin grinned—a devil’s smile.

"Right."

With a flick of his wrist, he dropped Namjoon’s photo onto the desk, right next to Dayeun’s.

"Set the stage," he commanded. "Namjoon will learn about Dayeun’s secret soon enough… and when he does, I want to be the only one she can turn to."

Seokjin leaned forward, his voice calm but commanding. "Send a tip to one of Namjoon’s informants. Make sure he hears whispers about Jungkook and Dayeun—but in a way that makes it seem like she’s been hiding it from him."

Jaebeom nodded. "And Jungkook?"

Seokjin’s amusement darkened.

"I’ll deal with him personally," he murmured. "He coveted something that was meant to be mine just like his father."

His fingers tapped against the desk, his mind already forming the next move.

Dayeun was just a piece on his chessboard.

And he was about to checkmate them all.

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🤍 TO BE CONTINUED 🤍

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As Seokjin leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk, his plan was set into motion. He had the perfect pieces to play—Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook, and most importantly, Kim Dayeun.

What happens when trust is shattered?

When is betrayal whispering into the wrong ears?

And when the devil himself decides to claim what he believes is his?

The game has only just begun.

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THOUGHTS OF CHAPTER 5:

🔥 Seokjin’s dark schemes are finally unfolding! What do you think about his plan to manipulate both Dayeun and Namjoon? Is he truly unstoppable?

💔 Jungkook’s name came up, and Seokjin’s reaction was anything but pleasant. What history do they have? And what does it mean for Dayeun?

😈 The devil is moving his pieces… but will Dayeun unknowingly walk right into his trap?

Let’s hear your thoughts in the comments! Who do you think will fall first—Dayeun, Namjoon, or Jungkook?

Predictions for Chapter 6: The Web of Deception:

🔹 Namjoon receives a shocking message about Dayeun’s ‘betrayal’

🔹 Seokjin makes his first direct move on Dayeun

🔹 Jungkook senses something is wrong—but is it already too late?

🔹 A confrontation that will change everything

Are you ready for the next level of chaos? Buckle up, because the devil never plays fair.

Stay tuned for Chapter 6!