Still My Venus

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Namjoon was already rushing toward the door. Minho followed immediately.

They stepped into the private elevator of the Blue House. Namjoon reached for the button to the underground parking lot, but before he could press it, Minho selected the second floor.

Namjoon slowly turned his head.

The look in his eyes said everything.

"Sir," Minho said carefully, "you have someone waiting for you upstairs. It's urgent."

"Not now."

"Sir. You really need to see him."

Namjoon's jaw clenched. He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and dialled the same number again.

Still nothing.

The elevator doors opened.

They hurried down the corridor toward the private meeting room, Namjoon repeatedly trying the number while Minho followed close behind.

The door opened.

And Namjoon stopped.

Kim Seokjin was sitting comfortably on the plush sofa, looking completely at ease.

His boyfriend.

The CEO of Eclat Seok, the luxury skincare and fragrance empire he had built himself.

For a moment, every thought in Namjoon's head simply vanished.

Jin looked up.

Their eyes met.

Then Jin smiled.

Namjoon crossed the room in three long strides.

"Joo..ummmhhhhhh"

The rest of Jin's sentence disappeared against Namjoon's lips.

The kiss was sudden enough to leave Jin wide-eyed, while Minho immediately turned his attention to the marble floor, silently deciding that some things were better left unseen.

This wasn't the president of South Korea.

This was simply a man who had been terrified of losing the person he loved and had suddenly found him safe.

Jin slowly melted into the kiss, understanding everything Namjoon couldn't put into words.. the fear, the tension, the relief.

When they finally parted, Namjoon pulled him into a crushing embrace.

"Oh my God," Jin laughed softly, his face pressed against Namjoon's chest. "I'm still alive, you know."

Namjoon only held him tighter.

Jin smiled.

He had come to surprise his boyfriend after a long business meeting in Gwacheon. He hadn't been able to attend the inauguration that morning, so he decided to visit the Blue House himself.

Only Minho had known.

Jin glanced over Namjoon's shoulder and noticed Minho standing awkwardly near the door, staring very intently at the floor.

He chuckled and gently pulled away, cupping Namjoon's cheek.

"I came here to surprise you. Somehow, you ended up surprising me."

Namjoon took both his hands and kissed his knuckles.

"You scared the hell out of me. You could have told me you were coming."

Jin raised an amused eyebrow.

"And what exactly was there to worry about?"

Before Namjoon could answer, Jin glanced toward Minho.

The secretary was already silently asking permission to leave.

Jin gave him a small nod.

Minho disappeared through the door.

The moment they were alone, Namjoon kissed Jin again, slower this time.

It had been an unbearable day.

A new presidency. An old enemy. A dangerous challenge. And now a threat aimed at something Namjoon had kept hidden from the world.

Too much power.

Too many enemies.

Too much to lose.

Namjoon pulled Jin back into his arms, holding him as though sheer strength could keep the world away.

"Nothing," he murmured against his hair, "that I can't handle."

But his arms tightened around Jin anyway.

Because for the first time that night, Namjoon knew exactly what he was fighting to protect.

Woo-seok had proved something far more dangerous than his strength.

His vision.

He was a wolf who planned several steps ahead, always thinking about what had to be done to protect his kingdom. He didn't take challenges personally.

He took them seriously.

Everything that had happened had been deliberate.

The five recruits were not random acquisitions. They were the beginning of a new network.

Specialized, powerful and carefully chosen.

His return to Seoul wasn't surrender.

It was his answer to Namjoon's decision to tear apart the old network that had supported him.

Namjoon had tried to remove the wolf from his system.

Woo-seok intended to make that victory an impossible dream.

Even Busan had been nothing more than a distraction, a demonstration of how easily he could manipulate the President's intelligence apparatus and make an entire team chase a shadow.

But the flowers were different.

The Royal Azaleas hadn't been chosen randomly. They pointed directly to Gwacheon. And that was Woo-seok's real message.

He had found the secret Namjoon had guarded more carefully than anything else.

He knew about Seokjin. He knew where to find him.

And by sending those flowers to the President's doorstep, Woo-seok wasn't simply threatening Namjoon.

He was reminding him that he could reach the one person Namjoon had believed was beyond his enemies' reach.

The message was simple.

'You came for my kingdom. Now I know where yours is vulnerable.'

Woo-seok wasn't merely dangerous.

He was patient, calculating and lethal.

And Namjoon was beginning to understand that he had underestimated the wolf from the very beginning.

And now Namjoon needed a bulletproof plan. Not merely to dismantle the wolf's network, but to shatter the confidence that had made Woo-seok believe he was untouchable.

The threat had reached his doorstep.

The game had changed.

Namjoon had underestimated the wolf once.

He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

He would study every move, tear apart every connection, and leave Woo-seok with nowhere left to hide.

And he would win.

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The Next Day — Yokohama

The next afternoon, the penthouse was unusually peaceful.

Yeonjun was inspecting Taehyung's ankle, which was resting on a cushion while Taehyung sat comfortably on the sofa. In the kitchen, Mrs. Kim was preparing lunch with the maid.

“It looks much better,” Yeonjun muttered, examining the reduced swelling. “You should be able to walk without the crutches after today. But I'd still prefer you to use them for a few more days. It'll keep you from putting too much strain on the ankle.”

“Hmm… I think I can manage,” Taehyung replied with a sigh.

The ankle wasn't what was bothering him.

Something else had been occupying his mind since yesterday. He had decided to distance himself from certain thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, they kept finding their way back.

'Maybe I just needed time, Taehyung thought, sighing again.

But time for what? It wasn’t as though they had some long history together. So why was he feeling this way? Why did the thought of them together bother him so much?'

He frowned, frustrated with himself.

'This isn’t right. Oh God… help me..'

He glanced sideways just as Mrs. Kim approached them with two glasses of juice.

“Have some refreshments,” she announced, placing the glasses on the table.

“Auntie, you didn't have to.”

“Too bad. I already did.” She grinned victoriously.

Taehyung's eyes immediately fell on the bright pink drink.

He froze.

Then he looked at Mrs. Kim.

Then at the drink again.

No way.

It was strawberry Yakult.

His absolute favourite. The one he had casually mentioned during breakfast without giving it a second thought.

Apparently, Mrs. Kim had remembered.

She handed him the freshly prepared, ice-cold drink.

Taehyung took a sip.

His eyes widened.

He was tasting heaven.

After what felt like an eternity without it, that first sip alone was enough to lift something heavy from his chest.

Mrs. Kim watched him eagerly, practically waiting for her verdict.

She wiggled her eyebrows.

Taehyung broke into the sweetest smile.

That was all the reward she needed.

“How is it?” she asked excitedly.

Before Taehyung could answer, a voice came from the opposite sofa.

“Hmm… not bad.”

Both of them quickly turned towards the traitor.

Yeonjun had somehow managed to finish his entire glass in one go and placed the empty glass on the table with a smug little clink.

Taehyung stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you crazy? How can you say that? It's literally heaven on earth! I haven't even recovered from the first sip, and you're calling it not bad?”

“Son, it's okay,” Mrs. Kim tried to intervene.

“No, Auntie. The audacity to insult this..”

Taehyung raised his glass like he was presenting a championship trophy.

“Don't you dare, Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun suddenly found the ceiling extremely interesting.

He searched desperately for an explanation.

“Actually… it's really good,” he said carefully. “I'm just not a big fan of strawberry. That's all.”

He gave Taehyung a nervous smile and mouthed a silent sorry.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him before taking another sip.

Then his expression softened.

“It's okay, Yeonjun. Not everyone has the taste required to recognize greatness.”

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling me tasteless?”

Taehyung lifted his glass like a trophy. 'ofcourse.'

“I’m letting your strawberry-free palate speak for itself.”

Taehyung took another slow sip, then smiled sweetly.

He closed his eyes with a tiny, satisfied hum, completely melting into the drink.

Yeonjun exchanged a quick glance with Mrs. Kim.

They had survived.

Mrs. Kim couldn't hide her smile.

After yesterday's phone call, Taehyung had been unusually quiet and moody. So she had decided to recruit the new guy and bring her favourite TED-talk machine back to life.

Apparently, the plan had worked.

Taehyung slowly finished the drink, grinning so brightly that both of the viewers almost felt their hearts stop.

Mrs. Kim gently patted his cheek.

“So this is the cure.”

Taehyung laughed.

“You're definitely going to spoil me, Auntie.”

“I'd love to.”

The penthouse filled with warm laughter, playful complaints, and the unmistakable sound of Taehyung finally feeling like himself again.

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