( Kim V - CEO and owner of his father company ) ( 5 Min older )

( Kim Taehyung - Secret Mafia and help his brother to manage company work ) ( 5 min younger )

( Jeon Jungkook - A librarian )

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"Taehyung! V! Are you two ready yet?" Mrs. Kim's voice echoed through the sprawling mansion, laced with a familiar mix of urgency and impatience. She was a woman who believed in punctuality, and today, punctuality was of the utmost importance.

In a large, sun-drenched room, the two identical twins were putting the finishing touches on their outfits. V, the elder twin by a mere five minutes, was meticulously adjusting the cuff of his pristine white shirt.

He had a natural grace and a quiet confidence about him. Taehyung, on the other hand, was less concerned with perfection and more with comfort.

He was a whirlwind of energy, currently trying to button his jacket with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other.

"Coming, Mom!" Taehyung called back, a mischievous grin on his face. He nudged V with his elbow. "You look nervous. It's just a meeting."

V sighed, not bothering to look up from his task. "It's not 'just a meeting.' It's our first time meeting our future husband. And you know Mom has been planning this for months."

Taehyung finally managed to button his jacket and tossed his phone onto the bed. "Relax. We'll be fine. Mom said he's a librarian. He's probably a quiet, sweet guy. We can handle a quiet, sweet guy."

Just then, Mrs. Kim appeared in the doorway, her designer handbag clutched tightly in her hand. "Did you two hear me? We are going to be late! Mr. Jeon is a very respectable man, and I will not have my sons making a poor first impression."

"We're ready, Mom," V said calmly, taking one last look in the mirror. He gave a nod to Taehyung, a silent signal that they were in this together.

"Good," Mrs. Kim said, her eyes softening slightly as she looked at her two handsome sons. "Now, remember the plan. Don't say anything about... the arrangement. Just be yourselves. The charming, perfect young men you are."

As they hurried out of the room and down the grand staircase, V and Taehyung exchanged a look. The plan was simple, in theory. Their parents had arranged a marriage for one of them with the son of a wealthy and powerful family, the Jeons.

But due to a misunderstanding, the Jeon family believed they were marrying a single son, not identical twins. And because the Jeon heir, Jungkook, was a bit of an enigma, preferring a simple life to the spotlight, they had never met him in person.

It was a risky game. Their parents had decided to let both twins meet Jungkook, and then they would decide together who would be the official groom.

The twins, however, had another idea. They had always shared everything, and they weren't about to let a marriage come between them. They would find a way to make this work, together.

"Remember what Mom said," V whispered as they stepped out of the house and into the waiting car. "Just be charming."

Taehyung winked. "That's my specialty."

As the car pulled away, heading towards the Jeon household, Mrs. Kim's heart pounded with anticipation. She was a woman who had orchestrated everything in her life with meticulous care.

But this was the one time her two sons, her identical blessings, had thrown a wrench in her plans. She just hoped that Mr. Jeon wouldn't notice they were bringing two grooms instead of one.

"You're awfully quiet," Taehyung whispered, leaning closer to V. The backseat of the luxury sedan was silent, save for the low hum of the engine.

In the front, Mr. and Mrs. Kim were engrossed in their own worlds; Mr. Kim on a video call with a client, and Mrs. Kim meticulously reviewing documents for the company's next big project.

V, the more reserved of the two, stared out the window. "Just thinking."

"About what? Our little librarian?" Taehyung smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

V sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Something like that. Mom said he's an intellectual. A quiet type. What if he's not what we expect?"

"Then we'll adapt. We always do," Taehyung replied with an easy shrug. "Besides, you're the face of the company, the perfect CEO son. You'll charm him in no time. And I," he added, a darker edge to his voice, "will make sure no one messes with him."

V's smile faltered slightly. "Taehyung, you're not going to... do anything rash, are you? This isn't a business deal. This is someone's life."

"Relax," Taehyung reassured him, though his eyes held a steeliness that V knew all too well. As the head of a clandestine organization, Taehyung handled the messy side of their family's business—the secrets, the threats, the 'problems' that couldn't be solved with a simple contract. "I'm just saying. No one hurts what's ours. And as of today, he's ours. Both of ours."

"He doesn't even know he's getting both of us," V pointed out, the guilt starting to creep in.

"He doesn't need to know," Taehyung said, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

"Not yet. We'll get to know him first. See what he's like. If he's the sweet, quiet guy Mom says he is... maybe we can make this work. We'll just... share him."

V turned to face his brother fully, a worried crease between his brows. "You really think that's going to be a good idea?"

"Why not? We share everything else. Our secrets, our lives, our company," Taehyung said, his hand reaching out to squeeze V's arm reassuringly. "This is just one more thing. Besides, two of us are better than one. And think of all the books he can recommend."

V couldn't help but let out a small laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. Taehyung always had a way of making the most impossible situations seem manageable. He leaned back against the plush leather seat, a sense of shared purpose settling over him.

"Alright," V said, a new resolve in his voice. "Let's go meet our future husband."

Taehyung grinned, the mischief back in his eyes. "Let's go."

The sleek black sedan pulled to a stop in front of a modest, yet charming, two-story house. Unlike the Kim mansion, this place felt lived-in and cozy, with a small, manicured garden and a few potted plants on the porch. The quiet simplicity of it all surprised both twins.

As the chauffeur opened the doors, Mrs. Kim turned to face her sons, her expression a mix of sternness and a mother's nervous excitement. "Listen to me, you two," she said, her voice dropping to a low, serious tone.

"Remember everything we talked about. Be polite, be charming, and for heaven's sake, do not say anything that will give our little secret away."

Mr. Kim simply stayed silent, his phone now put away. He watched his wife, a faint, almost amused smile on his face. He knew the twins' mischievous streak all too well.

Taehyung's smile was innocent, a perfect mask. "Don't worry, Mom. We'll be on our best behavior."

V nodded in agreement, his usual calm demeanor in full effect. "We've got this."

Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes, clearly not fully convinced. "Taehyung, you especially. No jokes about the company or... your other 'business.' And V, you need to be more open. Don't just sit there quietly. This is a potential partner, not a new business acquisition."

"Mom, please. I'm a CEO, not a robot," V said, a hint of playful exasperation in his voice.

"And I'm a gentleman, not a..." Taehyung started, but stopped abruptly when his mother shot him a warning glare.

"Just be yourselves, but... the best versions of yourselves," Mrs. Kim finished, her hands going to smooth down the twins' already-perfect suits. "Remember, this is about securing a future for our family. And I have a good feeling about this."

As they stepped out of the car, the cool evening air carrying the scent of blooming jasmine, Mrs. Kim took a deep breath, clutching her handbag tightly. The twins, however, were already exchanging hushed whispers and mischievous glances. The real test was about to begin.

TBC 💜