This Devil | bts eighth member (REWRITING)

Stairway to hell [ 3 ]

;WARNING;

FOUL WORDS AND
CUSSING

NOT PART OF THE STORY

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The smell of smoke

Filled the place. Toriau couldn't help but feel even more suffocated by the club that was filled with hundreds of fakes. All with their skin exposing, grinding against each other and gambling. Toriau hated it

Loud music rang in his ears. But he had come here for one sole purpose—and it was successfully murder off the notorious drug dealer of an infamous group that went by the name Shinee

Hwasa, a former hitman, or should I say, hitwoman? She was the best person out there to ask for tips if you're on a risky mission. Of course, it takes an expensive bottle of water and gin to make her cave in. And Toriau knew exactly what people wanted

Hwasa lazily chugged another bottle to which the other men stare at in awe. It wasn't everyday you see an alluring woman getting really comfortable at a bar. She wiped the liquid off her lips, eyebrows crashed together. "So, the only reason you're visiting the club is to...keep watch on the Taemin? And here I thought you were here to see me...huhu"

"Hwasa", Toriau said, a serious yet nervous smile ghosting his lips. "You're making him sound like he's a king"

"That he is", Hwasa laughed loudly, slamming the bottle onto the table loudly. Usually, Toriau wouldn't hang out with women like these. But Hwasa was an exception, he still wondered how he had maintained his friendship with the woman for so long. Suho, or Junmyeon on the other hand, had a stoic expression on his face, eyes fixated on his cigarette that was lit

"After all...he's the dance king"

Suho's eyes twitched. "Taemin that, Taemin this. Toriau, if you're here to finish him off, you better do it fast before I do it for you!". Suho slammed his hands onto the marble table. Toriau remained composed, even at the moment of the older's outburst

"We get it", Toriau raised his hands, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're still pissed after the tragic event that took place in...this same old club, right? As in where you and Taemin had a dance off, pretty dumb in my opinion and—"

Suho raised his one hand up, gesturing Toriau to zip his mouth. "Just...Just shut up. Anyways, I demand you to do your job fast"

"But what I'm curious about is...why do they call him dance king? Isn't that kinda...dumb?", Hwasa asked, curiously glinted in her dark orbs. It was never a good sign, Toriau believed so. Hwasa was a dangerous woman, and if anyone or anything had sparked her interest. The thing or person is done for

"I'm glad you asked", a voice interrupted Toriau before he was able to explain. Toriau gritted his teeth as Jungkook emerged from the shadows. Who knew he was even there the whole time, listening to their conversation?

Jungkook smirked at the 'warm' welcome. Hwasa and Suho immediately quiet down. "Lee Taemin, is a living legend, you see. He's been dancing since youth, dancing as if his life is on the line. He's so passionate about it. Taemin is a living, breathing legend. And, he's quite famous for challenging his enemies to a dance off. If you lose, you're dead. If you win, maybe...just maybe he'll do something for you. But as far as I know, no one has ever beaten this man. Ever"

Toriau let out an exaggerated sigh, shrugging. "Well, it's certainly going to be hard to get his attention"

"Which is why I was sent here, on Namjoon's orders", Jungkook's voice boomed. Toriau's features twisted into a cold scowl. "I'm here to help you, Grim. We are partners in the same company, right?"

Hwasa looked like she wanted to say something. And Suho decided it was time to break the intense tension. "Well, then, hot shot. Drop the bomb"

Jungkook gave a directed smile at Suho, but it wasn't a friendly one. More of like a 'I can wipe out your entire bloodline and make you experience a living replica of hell'. Jungkook elegantly placed himself beside Toriau to which the older male wasn't so happy about. He rubbed his hands evilly as if he were a mastermind, which he was

"I got the perfect idea. I did mention that Taemin loved challenge his foes to a dance off, right? And Toriau, I mean, Grim. You're also an exceptional dancer. Only way to get this legendary man's attention...is to challenge him to a dance off. You're planning to kill him anyways, right? You can suggest a game of Russian roulette, where one survives and one gets killed. It's risky but it's the best option"

Toriau only got more horrified, proven by the sweat beads nervously rolling down the side of his face. He chewed on his bottom lip. Was he really going to risk his life just to kill a person the company despised? Was he just a slave, a mere toy that gets thrown away once they're damaged? Toriau only got more ferocious

"I'm willing to do it", the man piped with a determined expression

Jungkook could only smile sadly. He folded his arms and looked down at his lap. "Good. You better do it now, don't want to keep the others from watching a good show, hm?"

Toriau smirked cockily, he pulled himself from his seat, surprising the others. Hwasa looked worried whilst Suho was amused. "You're so determined to seal your fate, how cute", Suho snickered and sipped his whiskey glass cup, his ring clinking with the glass

While Toriau pushed through the crowd, Jungkook shot Suho an unamused look. "You can look down on him in anyway you want. But for sure, Toriau is a born mastermind, a natural magnet. He may not look much, but I assure you, that you wouldn't want to know more about the boy than what you know now"

'Just like what Namjoon hyung said. Stubborn to the very end. How more dumb can you be?', Jungkook mindlessly thought, his eyes watching the back of the male

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"I, Grim, challenge Lee Taemin to a dance off", Toriau's loud voice boomed, and soon enough, the whole club silenced. And laughter followed afterwards, revealing the culprit behind it. Lee Taemin, Himself. The taller man leaned against a pole, typical cliche entrance

"Are you asking for a death wish?", Taemin chuckled, his dark, hooded eyes boring into Toriau's. Toriau felt a little bit of unease building up in his stomach. "And fortunately, I do grant them. So you're just in luck, boy"

'Cocky much?', Toriau rolled his own eyes. The man masked his uncertainty and hesitation with a grin and a mocking look. "I have a much, much better wish in mind. Taemin. But, are you up for it, or even qualified? In my opinion, a weak willed person like you...can't handle this sole wish"

Taemin's eyes narrowed into thin slits. "Are you straightforwardly challenging me? Well, I can't pity you no less. Fate must be really cruel for you. Let's make this quick, alright? I have better things to do than meddle with a blondie like you, although you're not that bad-looking"

"As you wish", Toriau grinned like as if he wasn't going to get killed if he lost

Taemin clapped both hands, laughing, but not technically. "Music....cue!"