His Lotus Flower
His Lotus Flower
Cherrie
This is my 1st Taekook chatstory
Cherrie
This book is not mine
Cherrie
It's an adaption of MM novel by Rina Kent ,
The novel name is “God Of Fury”.
Cherrie
I hope you guys will like it
I’m not attracted to men.
Or so I thought before I slammed into Jeon Jungkook.
A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster.
An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path.
And just like that, he has his sights set on me.
A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy’s twin brother.
He doesn’t seem to care that the odds are stacked against us.
In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits.
I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Jeon Jungkook
I’m learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.
To the ones who scream in silence.
CH-1
Kim Taehyung
What am I doing here?
Deep in the hollow corner of my heart, I know the answer.
I know it so well that I can taste the nausea that slithered down my throat and hooked onto my bones the moment I got that godforsaken text.
A text I should’ve very well ignored, deleted, and then blocked the number.
A text I shouldn’t have dignified with a look, let alone given it enough weight to intervene with my decision-making.
And that’s the reason I’m here.
And now, I’ve put myself in an irreversible position.
And I’m not sure I can shove this lapse of judgment on to the
possibility of having no choice.
I’ve just never been good with choices. Don’t appreciate them.
Don’t care for them. Would rather not be presented with one.
The text was an obligation or, more accurately, a pertinent piece of information.
It was not a choice and certainly not a situation I could’ve escaped.
The reason I’m here is sorely due to my sense of responsibility that I’ve carried like excess baggage since I started learning what life is all about.
I’m at what looks like an indoctrination center. Other students stand on either side of me, forming parallel lines and wearing
white rabbit masks that cover their features.
We’re facing a huge three-story mansion with old-looking stone walls and an ancient tower on the far right.
The longer I remain unmoving, the more unsteady my
breathing becomes.
My inhales and exhales flow in a fast, fractured rhythm, forming condensation on the plastic and forcing me to breathe my own air.
The sound is low, but it slams into my brain like a fatal crash.
My mouth starts to fill with saliva and I gulp it down, forcing my stomach to settle.
I lift my hand, about to pull at my skull. Sometimes, I wish I could smash it against the nearest wall and watch as everything spills and shatters. Once and for fucking all.
My fingers curl in midair, but I lower my hand and force it to hang limp at my side.
Kim Taehyung
It’s fine. I can do this.
Kim Taehyung
You’re in control.
My soothing words of affirmation splinter and crack as the scene around me comes back into focus.
No matter how much I attempt to delude myself, the reality is that I’m in the last place I should be.
And I’m not one to challenge fate or go places I’m not supposed to.
In my twenty-three years of life, I’ve always been the type of man who follows the rules. I’ve never deviated from what’s expected of me and I’m creeped out at the notion of being different.
And yet here I am at the Heathens’ mansion because I received a text and made the conscious decision not to ignore it.
Ch-2
I made the decision to attend the initiation of the most notorious club on Brighton Island a secluded place near the UK’s southwest coast.
For a university I’m not even enrolled in.
The Heathens are the leading club of The King’s U college. A uni that reeks of mafia money and la nouveau bour geoisie, where all American students flock like birds of a feather.
We have our own malicious club at Royal Elite University or REU where I’m working on my master’s degree in art. It’s called the Elites and is led by none other than my headache of a twin brother, Vantae.
However, The King’s U’s clubs—the Heathens and the Serpents are much more nefarious since they come from real mafia families and are using the uni experience to sharpen their fangs for the leading roles awaiting them back in the States.
If a week ago someone had told me I’d be standing here wearing a creepy rabbit mask and waiting for the entitled, violence-thirsty Americans to make their appearance, I would’ve
laughed.
I’m certainly not laughing now. A lot of variables have changed in the span of a week and I find myself under the obligation to be here.
And it has everything to do with that headache of a brother I mentioned earlier.
Though they took my phone at the entrance, I can still recall the text I received yesterday word for word.
💬 HEATHENS
Congratulations! You are invited to the Heathens’ initiation ceremony. Please show the attached QR code upon arrival at the club’s compound at four p.m. sharp.
While I’d heard of their nefarious initiations, I had absolutely no interest in them or the clubs. If I did, I would’ve joined the Elites since Vantae has been asking for years.
So I ignored that text and was about to block the number, but then I got another one.
💬 UNKNOWN NUMBER
If you want to see your twin brother breathing instead of being shoved in a casket and showcased to all participants, be at the initiation.
That’s the reason I came here, even though every fiber of my being revolted against the idea of taking part in this madness. I called and texted Lan, but he didn’t reply, so I had to save him from himself as usual.
My brother has always been the reason I’ve deviated from the core of my existence, though he’d argue this is my true character, and what I consider normal is a product of repressing.
A sudden movement comes from my side and I tighten my muscles, ready to run away, move from the center of danger and pretend none of this has taken place.
The girl beside me judging by her breasts and frame laughs as she hits her companion’s shoulder.
A general murmur of excitement bubbles in the air.
I don’t understand people’s obsession with these types of events. Is it the feeling of grandiosity? The opportunity to walk amongst gods?
But then again, it’s impossible for me to understand some people due to how drastically different my personality is compared to the rest of my peers.
Don’t get me wrong. I get along with almost everyone and I’m often described as extremely polite and a good sport, but my close friends are only a few. The only reason we’re tight is because we grew up together and I spent several years familiarizing myself with their personalities.
Maybe my inability to form close connections after my childhood is due to being completely detached from most people’s source of happiness. A glaring example is my complete bafflement at these people’s sense of a thrill. They talk about the Heathens as if they’re the personification of everything they aspire to be.
Wealth, influence, and, most importantly, morbid power.
I, Kim Taehyung, belong to one of the most influential families in the UK, if not the most influential, but I still don’t get people’s obsession with selected elites.
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