Twice the Bullet, One Heart

1: The Mole Below His Lip

Chapter 1: The Mole Below His Lip

The Jeon estate shimmered with cold marble and colder men. Suits lined the walls like shadows, each carrying hidden weapons and unreadable expressions. In the center of the grand negotiation hall, a long obsidian table stretched between two families that had painted the city red with each other's blood for decades.

Today was the day the war was supposed to end.

"We've gathered to discuss peace. Blood has soaked enough streets. Enough sons have died."

Namjoon nodded. "Agreed."

And the proposal that came out of Mr. Jeon's mouth could've choked the devil himself.

"To seal peace between our families, I offer not one, but both of my sons—Jeongukk and Jungkook—as potential grooms for Kim Taehyung."

A hush fell. You could've heard a gun cock in the silence.

On the left, Kim Taehyung leaned back in his chair, lips parting in stunned disdain. On the right, Jungkook—dressed in tailored black with silver piercings glinting—slowly turned his head, brows raised so high they nearly touched his forehead.

He scoffed, arms crossing.

"You couldn't pay me enough to marry a Kim. Especially not this one."

Taehyung stood, fists clenched at his sides.

"No one's begging you, Jeon. And for the record, I'd rather marry a corpse than that disrespectful little brat."

Jungkook tilted his head with a smirk.

"Sweetheart, I'd make a hotter corpse than your entire line of inbred heirs."

"Jungkook." Jeongukk's voice was quiet but sharp, a warning under his breath.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, flashing a smirk but falling silent. For now.

Taehyung didn't sit. His voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"I could maybe tolerate Jeongukk. At least he has manners. But him, hell no —I almost had you killed last time we met."

"Shame you missed," Jungkook replied flatly.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. "You really want to tempt fate again, puppet?"

Jeongukk's grip on the wineglass tightened.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly, voice smooth but laced in ice.
"Feelings are mutual. Trust me—no one's dying to marry you, Your Grace."

Jeongukk, meanwhile, sat composed, sipping whiskey, eyes never leaving the table. His silence was deliberate. Calculated.

Mr. Jeon raised a hand.

"Enough. This is not a market. This is a pact for peace. You'll speak with respect or not at all."

Jeongukk bowed his head slightly. "Apologies, father."
Jungkook merely hummed, sliding his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

Namjoon spoke next, voice calm and heavy.

"We understand the proposal. But you'll have our response after a private discussion."

The room cleared slowly. Suits filed out. Jungkook was the last to stand, brushing invisible lint from his sleeve with dramatic care.

"Can't wait to hear which lucky groom you pick," he called to Taehyung over his shoulder.
"Though I'll be sure to miss the wedding. I've got better things to do. Like getting shot again, maybe."