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The office was bathed in gray gloom. Jungkook sat motionless at the desk. The head of the raven clan hadn't uttered a word since his guest's arrival, only watching him with a heavy, searching gaze.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn't stand still. His snow-white suit shone like a contrast in this gloomy abode. He paced the table, adjusted his cuff, smiled to himself, and finally sank into the chair opposite, crossing his legs.

"The conditions are simple," Taehyung's voice rang with confidence. "Seventy percent. And my protection."

Jungkook remained silent. His fingers lay motionless on the tabletop, only the muscles in his jaw tensed, betraying barely contained anger. Taehyung's gaze slid over those hands, and a flirtatious smile crossed the tiger leader's lips.

"Or do you have another suggestion, raven?" Taehyung hinted subtly, raising one eyebrow.

Jungkook rose slowly. He was taller, broader in the shoulders. He walked around the table, and Taehyung's smile faded when a heavy hand suddenly landed on the armrest of his chair, trapping him. Jungkook leaned over, looming like a rock, and said quietly, with a cold steel in his voice:

"I think you've forgotten you're on my territory, tiger cub. Don't play with fire, you know yourself—seventy percent is too much."