The Lie That We Were Enemies
Pairing; Kim Taehyung (V) x Min Y/N (Female Reader)
Warnings; • Explicit sexual content (18+)
• Rough hate sex, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, jealousy, degradation kink
• Strong language, violence (mafia context), gun threats implied
• Power struggle, emotional tension, enemies-to-lovers dynamic
• Light choking/breath play elements during intimacy
The first rule was simple: never underestimate Kim Taehyung.
The second rule was even simpler: never, under any circumstances, put Kim Taehyung and Min Y/N in the same room.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, the universe seemed to find their suffering entertaining.
Because on a rainy Friday night, inside the most expensive private club in the city, the two people who had spent years trying to ruin each other’s lives were sitting across from each other at the same table.
Not because they wanted to.
Not because they suddenly found peace.
And definitely not because they had finally accepted that their constant fighting was exhausting.
They were there because a foreign organization had entered their territory, started taking control of their businesses, and had somehow managed to achieve the impossible.
They made two enemies agree on something.
They were both annoyed about it.
Taehyung leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and unreadable as he watched Y/N across the table. Anyone who didn’t know him would assume he was relaxed.
Anyone who did know him knew that calm expression meant someone was probably about to have a very bad week.
“You’re staring,” Y/N said without looking up from the documents in front of her.
“You’ve been observing the same page for five minutes.”
“I was observing your inability to read it correctly.”
There it was. The look that had made grown men reconsider their life choices.
“Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”
“Do you ever get tired of being wrong?”
The silence around them was immediate. The members of both gangs, standing around pretending they weren’t listening, suddenly became very interested in the walls and the floor.
One of Taehyung’s men quietly whispered, “Should we stop them?”
Y/N’s right-hand man looked at him like he had lost his mind. “The last person who interrupted their argument got assigned paperwork for three months.”
The problem with Taehyung and Y/N was that they were too similar.
Both stubborn. Both arrogant. Both convinced they were always right.
And unfortunately, both were usually right, which made their arguments even worse.
For years, their gangs had been rivals. Every business deal became a competition. Every meeting became a battlefield. If Taehyung bought a building, Y/N somehow found a better one. If Y/N won a negotiation, Taehyung somehow found a way to annoy her about it for weeks.
Nobody knew when their rivalry had stopped being about power and started becoming something far more personal.
“You brought her here?” Y/N suddenly asked.
The woman standing beside him smiled politely.
Y/N’s eyes moved toward her. The smile disappeared.
Not because she was jealous. Obviously. She was a professional. A leader. A woman who had absolutely no reason to care who Taehyung brought anywhere.
“Your assistant,” she said coldly. “She seems very interested in your conversations.”
“She’s been my assistant for three years. She has been standing there quietly.”
For the first time that night, Taehyung almost smiled.
Because watching Y/N pretend she wasn’t bothered was strangely entertaining.
Y/N immediately laughed. A dangerous laugh. A laugh that made everyone in the room understand that Taehyung had made a terrible decision.
“Jealous? Of your assistant? I would rather negotiate with our enemies.”
“We are negotiating with our enemies.”
“Exactly. That’s how unpleasant this situation is.”
“You threaten everyone except me.”
“Because you are already unbearable. A threat won’t make a difference.”
“And yet you keep showing up.”
“Because unfortunately, the city needs me.”
Her expression changed for half a second.
But Taehyung noticed. He always noticed. That was the most irritating thing about him.
He noticed the way she tapped her fingers when she was annoyed. The way she avoided looking at him when he was right. The way she always stood slightly closer to danger than everyone else because she refused to let anyone protect her.
And Y/N hated that he knew her.
Because she knew him too. She knew that his coldness was an act. She knew that behind the perfect suit, the controlled voice, and the terrifying reputation was someone who carried every loss like a scar.
Which was why this temporary alliance was becoming dangerous.
Not because of their enemies. Not because of the war.
But because somewhere between insults and threats, they had started understanding each other.
And neither of them knew what to do with that.
The problem with pretending not to care was that Taehyung was terrible at it.
Which was why, when Y/N walked into the next negotiation meeting wearing a confident smile and stood beside another man from a neighboring organization, Taehyung did absolutely nothing.
Except tighten his grip around his glass so hard that one of his men quietly moved the expensive bottle away from him.
“You look tense,” his right-hand man commented carefully.
“You haven’t blinked in three minutes.”
“You are staring at that man like you are planning his funeral.”
Taehyung finally looked at him. “Am I?”
His man sighed. This was going to be a long night.
Across the room, Y/N was very aware that Taehyung was watching her. She had noticed the moment she entered.
Kim Taehyung had many talents. Negotiating. Manipulating. Scaring people without raising his voice. And apparently, glaring at people while pretending he wasn’t glaring.
So naturally, Y/N decided to have some fun.
The man beside her was harmless — simply another leader attending the meeting, someone she had known for years. But Taehyung didn’t know that.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” the man said.
Y/N smiled. “Maybe I am.”
Across the room, Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched.
“Sir,” his assistant said carefully.
“Your eye. It’s doing that thing. The thing where you look like you’re about to commit a crime but you’re trying to convince yourself you’re calm.”
She stared at him. “You just crushed a glass.”
Taehyung looked down. Sure enough, the crystal in his hand had cracked.
He calmly placed it on the table. “Poor quality.”
Y/N finally turned toward him. Their eyes met.
And immediately she saw it. The irritation. The jealousy. The absolute refusal to admit either.
A small smile appeared on her face.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked.
“You look like someone just told you your favorite restaurant closed.”
Taehyung leaned back. “And you seem very interested in making me angry tonight.”
“Why would I care about making you angry?”
“Because you have been watching me all night.”
“You don’t actually care about him,” he said quietly.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
“And you know that because?”
“Because if you actually liked him, you wouldn’t keep checking my reaction.”
That shut her up. Only for a second.
“You think you’re clever,” Y/N said.
“Your confidence is almost impressive.”
Then the lights suddenly went out.
The entire building fell into darkness. The music stopped. Every person in the room reached for a weapon.
“Everyone stay where you are,” Taehyung ordered. His voice changed instantly. The teasing disappeared. The cold mask returned.
But before anyone could react, he felt someone grab his wrist.
“Don’t go running into danger alone.”
A strange silence settled between them. Because that was not something enemies said.
Taehyung looked down at her hand around his wrist. Then back at her face.
“You worry about me now?”
Y/N immediately released him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
The way she said his name made him stop. Not because it was a command. But because for once, she wasn’t saying it like an enemy. She was saying it like someone afraid of losing him.
And that was far more dangerous than anything waiting outside.
The emergency lights flickered on, painting everything in dim red.
Everyone except Taehyung and Y/N. Because even after years of trying to destroy each other, they had learned how the other person moved. They didn’t need instructions. They didn’t need a plan.
“Left side,” Y/N said quietly.
Taehyung didn’t question how she knew. He turned immediately.
His men exchanged looks. Because this was the first time they had ever seen it. The two rival leaders weren’t fighting each other. They were fighting together.
“Your people are blocking my side,” Y/N said.
“Your people are hesitating.”
She looked offended. “Are you insulting my team while we’re under attack?”
Before she could reply, Taehyung pulled her back by her arm, moving her away from danger. Quick. Protective. Automatic.
“No. I moved you because you were standing in the wrong position.”
“That is the worst excuse I have ever heard.”
“You pulled me away before I even knew something was happening.”
“You have a hero complex.”
The room went quiet. Because that last exchange wasn’t an insult.
It was concern. Real concern.
Y/N looked at him. Taehyung looked genuinely annoyed. Not arrogant. Annoyed. Like her getting hurt personally irritated him.
“You don’t get to worry about me,” she finally said.
A small silence followed.
Then he smiled. Not his usual cold smile. Something different. Something that made Y/N immediately suspicious.
Later that night, when everyone had left, Y/N found Taehyung standing alone on the balcony.
The city lights reflected in his eyes. For once he looked less like the feared leader everyone knew. More like someone tired of carrying everything alone.
“You know,” she said, walking beside him, “if anyone told me a month ago that I would be standing here with you after fighting alongside you, I would have laughed.”
Taehyung glanced at her. “And now?”
“Now I think I would have called them insane.”
A quiet laugh escaped him. A real one.
That surprised her more than anything. Because Kim Taehyung didn’t laugh often.
“You’re always noticing me.”
And maybe that was the first honest thing they had ever done.
The next morning, every meeting followed the same pattern.
Taehyung would say something irritating. Y/N would insult him. He would insult her back. Everyone would prepare for a fight.
And then, somehow, they would end up standing on the same side.
“Are they always like this?” one of the newer members whispered.
“Worse,” the older man replied. “You weren’t here when they argued over who saved whose life first.”
“Nobody. Both of them claimed they were the hero.”
Across the room, the argument had already started.
“You moved my men without permission,” Y/N said.
“I improved their position.”
“You gave orders to my team.”
“Because they listen too slowly.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you insulting my leadership?”
Helping. Not controlling. Not competing. Helping.
Y/N stared at him. Taehyung, realizing what he had just said, immediately returned to his usual expression.
“You were thinking about it.”
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Nothing came out.
Taehyung looked annoyingly satisfied.
Then someone finally whispered from the back of the room:
“Are they trying to kill each other or kiss each other?”
The sentence wasn’t meant to be heard.
Unfortunately, the entire room heard it. Including Taehyung. Including Y/N.
Slowly, both of them turned.
The poor man immediately regretted having lungs.
Y/N’s voice was calm. Too calm.
“I said… I was asking if the tension was because of the disagreement.”
Nobody moved. Every single person suddenly became fascinated with the ceiling, the floor, their phones, the furniture.
Y/N crossed her arms. “Do people really think that?”
Then Taehyung spoke. “They don’t think it.”
Everyone relaxed slightly.
Y/N looked at him. “You are unbelievable.”
“And you’re avoiding the question.”
“Why do you care what they think?”
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
Taehyung looked annoyingly satisfied.
And somehow that tiny moment made him smile. Actually smile.
Because Kim Taehyung smiling was rare.
Kim Taehyung smiling because of Y/N?
Everyone in the room saw it.
The way he looked at her like she was the only person who could challenge him. The way she trusted him despite years of rivalry. The way their arguments weren’t about winning anymore — they were excuses to stay close.
But the two people at the center of it?
Still too stubborn to admit it.
So they continued arguing.
Because for Kim Taehyung and Min Y/N, fighting was easier than admitting they had already stopped being enemies.
And everyone else was just waiting for them to finally figure it out.
The jealousy had been simmering for weeks, but after that night on the balcony, it boiled over. Taehyung wasn't the only one who noticed things.
Y/N had seen the way his assistant lingered too long when handing him files, the way she touched his arm "accidentally" during briefings, the way she laughed a little too softly at his rare dry humor. It shouldn't have mattered. They were enemies. Temporary allies at best. But every time that woman smiled at him, something ugly twisted in Y/N's chest.
So she did what she always did when she wanted to punish him without admitting why: she played the same game.
Two nights later, at another tense strategy meeting in the neutral territory club, Y/N arrived with Jaehyun the charming leader from the neighboring syndicate. Tall, sharp-featured, quick with compliments. She let him pull out her chair. She let him lean in close when discussing border lines.
She even let him brush a stray hair from her shoulder while Taehyung watched from across the table.
Taehyung's jaw tightened so hard it was a miracle his teeth didn't crack.
His assistant was nowhere near him tonight. He'd sent her home early with a clipped order. Now he sat alone, fingers drumming once against the arm of his chair the only outward sign of the storm raging inside.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he said quietly when the others stepped out for a short break, leaving just the two of them in the private room.
Y/N leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. "Am I? I thought we were allowed to have... allies."
"He's not an ally. He's a distraction." Taehyung's voice dropped lower. "And you know exactly what you're doing."
She smiled, sharp and sweet. "Jealous, Kim Taehyung?"
He stood up slowly, walking around the table until he was right in front of her. The air between them crackled.
"Jealous?" He tilted his head. "No. I'm pissed that you think you can use someone else to get under my skin... and that it's fucking working."
Y/N's pulse spiked. She stood too, refusing to let him tower over her. They were nearly chest to chest now.
"Good," she whispered. "Then you know how I feel every time your little assistant bats her eyes at you like she wants to drop to her knees right there in the office."
Taehyung's eyes darkened. "She's nothing."
Then Taehyung's hand shot out, gripping her waist and yanking her flush against him. "Then stop pretending."
Their mouths crashed together angry, desperate, years of rivalry exploding into something raw. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought for dominance. Y/N bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw a low growl from his throat. Taehyung retaliated by shoving her back against the heavy oak table, hands already sliding under her fitted black dress, gripping her thighs and lifting her onto the surface.
Papers scattered to the floor.
"You drive me fucking insane," he snarled against her mouth, pushing the dress higher up her hips.
"Same," she gasped, tugging his tie loose and yanking his shirt open, buttons flying. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines that made him hiss. "I hate how much I want this."
Taehyung laughed darkly, the sound vibrating against her throat as he kissed and bit his way down her neck. "Then hate me while I fuck you."
He shoved her panties aside, fingers finding her already wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling roughly. Y/N moaned, head falling back, hips rocking against his hand. She wasn't passive her own hand palmed him through his slacks, squeezing the hard length of him until he cursed.
They were both fighting for control, even now.
She unzipped him quickly, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking with firm, teasing pressure. Taehyung's hips jerked. He pulled his fingers out, ignoring her protest, and lined himself up.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Their eyes locked dark, furious, hungry.
He thrust in hard in one stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Y/N cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. The stretch burned perfectly. He didn't give her time to adjust pulling back and slamming in again, setting a brutal pace.
The table creaked under them.
"Fuck— harder," she demanded, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back.
Taehyung obliged, one hand fisting her hair to keep her looking at him while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust was deep, punishing, claiming. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with their ragged breaths and broken curses.
"You're mine to ruin," he growled, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Not his. Not anyone's."
"Then ruin me," she shot back, clenching around him deliberately.
"And I'll ruin you right back."
He fucked her like he was trying to win an argument relentless, overwhelming. She met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips, biting his shoulder when the pleasure built too fast. The jealousy, the frustration, the years of tension it all fed into it.
Y/N came first, sudden and violent, crying out his name as her walls pulsed around him. Taehyung followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself deep and spilling inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
For once, neither had a clever insult ready.
Taehyung brushed damp hair from her face, surprisingly gentle. "This doesn't change anything," he muttered.
Y/N laughed breathlessly. "Liar."
He kissed her again slower this time, almost tender.
Outside the door, the gang members who had very deliberately given them "privacy" after hearing the first loud crash exchanged wide-eyed looks.
One of them whispered, "They're going to be insufferable now, aren't they?"
The other just sighed. "They already were."
