Mafia Boss's Bad Boy (Taekook)
Chapter 01
Author Mary
Hello~ hi~ hey~
Author Mary
So, this is my new chat story.
Author Mary
Hear me out,
I accidentally deleted Lovers to Enemies: Enemies to Lovers (Taekook)
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm stupid. An idiot. Double. Like, seriously, how did I even did it accidentally?? No idea.
Author Mary
Anyways, I hope you support me with this story. I'm...im gonna probably use the tittle 'Lovers to Enemies: Enemies to Lovers' in the future. I'm not in the mood to rewrite the deleted story, so please support me here. I love you and I'm proud of you. Thank you for giving me your time to read my shitty work. 🙏🩷
The night was pitch-black, and the alley behind the “Last Call” was quiet save for the hum of the city in the distance.
Taehyung pushed open the back door and stopped dead, his eyes catching a figure slouched in the shadows.
He barely made out the silhouette, but he recognized the stance—someone who looked both dangerous and defeated, someone who didn’t belong there.
Taehyung barked, his tone sharp. The figure turned, and even in the dim light, Taehyung caught the hard glint of narrowed eyes.
Whoever it was, he was clearly not in a good mood, which suited Taehyung just fine.
Kim Taehyung
What the fvck are you doing here?
Taehyung snapped, stepping closer with a suspicious glare. He didn’t trust anyone hanging around his bar after hours, especially not out back, in his space.
But the figure, now visible under the faint light, didn’t answer. He only groaned low, his hand pressing against his side.
Taehyung’s eyes sharpened as he took in the other man’s condition. Dark hair, messy and damp, and a hand clutching his stomach, blood visible on his clothes.
He was clearly hurt, and yet, there was a dangerous aura about him, something Taehyung couldn’t ignore.
Annoyed and intrigued, he clicked his tongue in irritation, taking another step forward.
Kim Taehyung
What, you lost your fvcking voice?
Taehyung’s tone was a mix of impatience and challenge. Most people would have said something by now, would’ve made an excuse or begged for help. But not this guy.
Instead, he chuckled, the sound low and gritty, his dark eyes holding a glint of something Taehyung couldn’t quite place.
Kim Taehyung
What’s so damn funny?
Taehyung scowled, his brows furrowed, ready to turn his irritation into a shove if he had to.
The stranger met his gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the pain in his eyes.
He said, his voice rough but calm.
His gaze lingered, and for a moment, his expression softened into something almost amused.
Chapter 02
Taehyung’s annoyance flared. Here he was, dealing with some injured stranger who didn’t seem to understand boundaries—or danger.
And now the guy was asking for his name, as if they were friends. Taehyung clenched his jaw, the tension rising, until he threw a fist against the wall beside him with a dull thud.
The sharp crack of his knuckles against brick was enough to make anyone flinch, but the stranger’s smirk only grew.
Kim Taehyung
Yeah? My name’s Fvck you.
Taehyung spat, his voice low, full of venom.
Kim Taehyung
Now do me a favor, and fvck off.
The man laughed, a real laugh this time, ignoring the streak of blood where his hand pressed to his side.
Despite his obvious pain, he looked up at Taehyung with an expression Taehyung could only call… interested.
Unknown
You got some spirit. More than most.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed.
Kim Taehyung
What, you think I’m here to impress you?
The man held up his free hand in mock surrender, that faint smirk still lingering.
Unknown
Didn’t say that. Just thought I’d finally run into someone worth the trouble. Most people know better than to throw a punch around here.
Taehyung growled, glancing at the man’s bleeding hand and back to his face.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not most people.
The man’s gaze flickered, a flash of something dark and unreadable before he extended his hand, as though this was a normal introduction.
Jeon Jungkook
Well, then, ‘F*** You,’ my name’s Jungkook.
Chapter 03
Jeon Jungkook
Well, then, F*** You, my name’s Jungkook.
Taehyung glared down at the hand, considering leaving him standing there, but something kept him rooted in place, curiosity and suspicion blending into an emotion he didn’t quite understand.
This guy was a stranger, yet he spoke as though he knew exactly who Taehyung was.
The defiance in Jungkook’s eyes, mixed with the pain that didn’t seem to bother him much, made Taehyung’s curiosity flare.
He didn’t take the hand but stood firm, gaze unwavering.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t care who you fvcking are. You’re not my problem, and you don’t belong here.
But even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw the stranger bleeding in his alley.
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