Taehyung is the daughter of a Mafia leader and Jungkook sweeps her off her feet.
...OR...
Taehyung was the only untarnished flower in the field after a storm and Jungkook was the one who plucked her from her home.
Warning: Genderbend au/ Fem!bangt...
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A sharp ring echoed around the room. It didn't seem...right. It's place wasn't meant to be there.
Jackson took out his phone, checking his surroundings once or twice to make sure no one was listening. Once he was sure there wasn't a soul near him, he pressed the bright green icon; signaling that the call was accepted.
"I planted the microphones in every room," Jackson stated, lowering his voice just in case someone was eavesdropping.
"In EVERY room?"
The gravelly voice vibrated around every nook and cranny in the room, making the blond wince. Quickly lowering the volume, Jackson replied in the affirmative.
The call ended there. No further information was exchanged. There was no need to anyway, all they had to do now was wait for the right moment to strike.
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