Chains of Chaos
The Bloody Alley
It was another goddamn night soaked in neon lights and street smoke. The kind of night where blood smelled sharper, and betrayal tasted bitterer.
Taehyung stood in the middle of the alley, chest heaving, blade glinting under the flickering streetlight. His dark brown hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and blood—none of which was his. Well, mostly.
Kim Taehyung
Come on, assholes.
( he snarled, spinning the knife in his hand with ease.)
Kim Taehyung
Let’s make it quick. I’ve got a lollipop to get back to.
Three burly men surrounded him. Members of the Kang crew. Petty low-lives trying to stake claim on Taehyung’s turf. Big mistake.
One of them lunged. Taehyung ducked, slid between his legs, and slashed upward. A scream tore through the air as the man dropped, clutching his thigh.
Kim Taehyung
Aw, what’s wrong? Lost your balls?
(Taehyung mocked, his lips curling into a feral grin.)
Kim Taehyung
Come on. I’m still bored.
One of them pulled out a bat. The other a gun. That sobered Taehyung for a moment.
Kim Taehyung
Cute. You brought a toy to a knife fight.
(he muttered, heart pounding.)
He wasn’t stupid. A bullet to the chest would end him, badass or not. But damned if he’d go down begging.
He charged at the gunman first.
Suddenly, a sleek black car screeched to a halt at the end of the alley. The headlights bathed them all in blinding white, freezing the attackers mid-motion. Taehyung didn’t stop. He jabbed his knife into the gunman’s arm, grabbed the weapon as it fell, and pointed it at the one with the bat.
The guy ran.
Taehyung stood there, panting, blood trickling down his cheek from a nick above his eyebrow. He looked over at the car. The passenger door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped out like he was walking off a magazine cover—black suit, no tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a tattoo peeking out beneath his collarbone. Cold eyes. Sharp jawline. And a presence that made the air thinner.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed.
Kim Taehyung
Who the hell are you supposed to be? Another pretty bastard with too much money and not enough brains?
(he said, flipping the safety on the stolen gun and tucking it in his waistband.)
Kim Taehyung
Sorry, I’m not into mafia brats with savior complexes.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook smirked.)
You talk a lot for someone bleeding.
Kim Taehyung
You stare a lot for someone uninvited.
Jungkook took a few steps forward, looking at the bodies on the ground, then at Taehyung’s face. Bloodied, bruised, beautiful.
He had seen all kinds of people—killers, soldiers, traitors—but none like this. A wild animal in human skin. Fire in his veins. And something else… a flicker. Hidden. Fragile. He didn't know what it was, but it stirred something dark and possessive in him.
Jeon Jungkook
Name?
(Jungkook asked.)
Kim Taehyung
Why? You planning to write me love letters?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s smirk widened.)
Maybe.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung scoffed.)
Tch. Freak.
He turned and walked away, limping slightly.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook watched, then said casually.)
You handled yourself well. But you were two seconds away from taking a bullet.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung paused. His back still to him.)
Yeah. And yet here I am. Walking. While they’re pissing themselves.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook chuckled.)
I like you.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t. I bite.
Jeon Jungkook
Good. I heal fast.
Taehyung muttered something rude under his breath and disappeared around the corner.
In the heart of Seoul, inside a sleek skyscraper lit by cold blues and silvers, Jungkook sat in his office with a glass of whiskey in hand.
Namjoon stood across from him, arms crossed.
Namjoon
You stopped the convoy. For a street fight.
Jeon Jungkook
I didn’t stop. I paused.
( Jungkook said calmly.)
Namjoon
You paused a weapons deal to watch some punk with a knife fight gangsters in an alley?
Jeon Jungkook
He’s not just ‘some punk.’
Namjoon
(Namjoon sighed.)
Please tell me you’re not about to get distracted by a pretty face again.
Jeon Jungkook
He wasn’t scared.
(Jungkook said, eyes distant.)
He was outnumbered, bleeding, probably in pain—but he didn’t flinch. Not once.
Namjoon
(Namjoon raised an eyebrow.)
So now you’re into reckless masochists?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s voice dropped.)
No. I’m into him.
Namjoon
(Namjoon blinked.)
You just met him.
Jeon Jungkook
I know what I saw. I want him.
Namjoon
Want, or obsess over, boss?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook looked up slowly, something dangerous flickering in his eyes.)
Find out who he is. Where he lives. Who he runs with.
Namjoon
(Namjoon muttered.)
Here we go again.
...( and left the room.)
Jungkook sat back in his chair, replaying every second of their encounter. That blood-slicked smirk. Those sharp words. The way he didn't cower even when death was knocking.
Mine, he thought.
He just didn’t know how yet—but he was going to make Kim Taehyung his.
Taehyung sat in the corner of an abandoned building, lighting a cigarette with shaking fingers. His gang members were asleep around him. His knife lay on the floor, blood dried.
He stared at the flame, his gaze vacant.
A small plushie with a torn ear lay next to his bag. A comfort item.
Kim Taehyung
(In the silence, a soft voice escaped him.)
Don’t hurt me... please... I’ll be good...
He didn’t even realize he was slipping into little space. His body curled slightly, and he gripped the plushie tighter.
The tough, fearless gangster was gone for just a moment.
Then a loud bang outside jolted him back. He gasped, wide-eyed, clutching his chest.
Kim Taehyung
(He sat up straighter, cursing softly.)
No. Not now. Not ever. Get it together, Tae.
No one could ever find out. That part of him had to stay buried.
Especially now… with someone like Jeon Jungkook lurking around.
Property of No One
The sun hadn’t even bothered to rise yet.
Taehyung stood on the rooftop of an old warehouse, hoodie flapping in the early morning breeze, cigarette pressed between his lips. He hated the quiet. It made the noise in his head louder.
Below, the city breathed like a sleeping beast—cars growled faintly, neon lights still blinked, and sirens sang in the distance like lullabies for the damned.
He turned. Hoseok—his right hand, his brother-in-crime, and the only person allowed within touching distance of his trauma—came jogging up the metal stairs, grinning like the world wasn’t made of ash and lies.
Hosoek
You're bleeding again.
(Hoseok said, nodding at Taehyung’s side.)
Kim Taehyung
Not dead though.
( Taehyung muttered, taking a final drag and flicking the butt into the wind.)
Kim Taehyung
I should get paid.
Hosoek
(Hoseok sighed.)
You always act like you're invincible. One of these days, Tae, you're gonna—
Kim Taehyung
What?
(Taehyung cut in, eyes sharp.)
Break? Fall apart? Cry? Maybe start sucking my thumb?
Hoseok flinched. Taehyung didn’t mean it. Well, he did, but only to build walls faster than anyone could climb them.
Hosoek
…Forget it.
(Hoseok muttered.)
The Kang crew pulled back. You made your point.
Kim Taehyung
Damn right I did.
(Taehyung pulled on his gloves.)
Anyone messes with my street, they bleed. Simple.
Hosoek
(Hoseok hesitated.)
There’s… talk. About someone watching you.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung's eyes narrowed.)
Who?
Hosoek
Black car. Tinted windows. Expensive. Parked a block from the alley after your fight.
Taehyung remembered him instantly—Jeon Jungkook. That stupid perfect face. The way he had stared at him like he was prey—and a prize.
Kim Taehyung
He said he liked me.
(Taehyung muttered, mostly to himself.)
Freak.
Hosoek
You think he’s mafia?
(Hoseok asked.)
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung smirked.)
Only mafia wears a five-thousand-dollar watch to a knife party.
Hosoek
Should we be worried?
Kim Taehyung
Only if he tries to touch me.
(Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave.)
Then we burn his empire down.
Elsewhere in a luxury apartment.
Jungkook stood shirtless, towel hanging off his hip as he stared at the monitor.
On screen: Taehyung, climbing off a rooftop, looking tired and gorgeous and way too alive for someone who played with death daily.
Jeon Jungkook
Zoom in.
(Jungkook said.)
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi, sitting at the computer, sighed.)
You’re obsessed.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook didn’t deny it.)
He’s fascinating.
Yoongi(Suga)
He’s unstable.
(Yoongi corrected.)
Yoongi(Suga)
Got arrested twice for assault before age fifteen. No known family. Runs a small gang of nobodies and manages to keep his turf clean of drugs, human trade, and big mafia hands. It’s why the others want him gone.
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t want him gone.
(Jungkook murmured.)
Yoongi(Suga)
I know.
( Yoongi said dryly.)
You want him chained to your bed.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook tilted his head.)
I’d let him out… sometimes.
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose.)
This is bad, Kook. You’ve got five rival syndicates crawling into Seoul like roaches, and instead of focusing, you're stalking a punk with trust issues and a death wish.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t talk about him like that.
( Jungkook said, voice suddenly ice.)
Jeon Jungkook
(After a beat, Jungkook said.)
I don’t want him for fun. I want him because I see him.
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi blinked.)
You barely spoke to him.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook smiled faintly.)
I didn’t need to.
Taehyung sat in a grungy club, drink untouched. Music pulsed, bodies danced, but his eyes were fixed on the door. He had a feeling.
Sure enough, at exactly 11:23 PM, the doors opened and in walked Jeon Jungkook.
Black shirt. Chain around his neck. Cold gaze scanning the room until it landed—straight on Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung
Oh, hell no.
( Taehyung muttered, standing up.)
Jungkook walked toward him slowly, like he owned every inch of the room.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung crossed his arms.)
Following me now? Tacky.
Jeon Jungkook
I prefer protecting.
( Jungkook said smoothly.)
Kim Taehyung
From what? The strobe lights?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook tilted his head, eyes hungry.)
From everything that isn't me.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung barked a laugh.)
You're insane.
Jeon Jungkook
And you’re pretending not to like it.
Jungkook reached for Taehyung’s wrist.
Instantly, Taehyung twisted his arm and slammed him against the wall.
The club’s bass kept thumping.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung leaned in close, their lips almost touching.)
Touch me again without permission, and I’ll carve your name into my blade.
Jungkook’s breathing quickened—but not in fear.
Jeon Jungkook
Fine.
( he said softly.)
Permission, then?
*Sigh*...*this puppy in love *
Taehyung blinked. He hadn’t expected that.
His chest tightened, and for half a second—just half—his vision blurred, the lights too bright, the music too loud, the pressure on his skin too much—
Kim Taehyung
Back off.
(he snapped, yanking his hand back.)
He stumbled, his balance wavering for a second as his mind screamed no, not now, not in front of him—
Jungkook caught his wrist again—but gently this time.
Taehyung looked up, lips parted, breath shaky.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s voice softened.)
Tae…?
That nickname.
Taehyung’s walls cracked. For a breath.
But he shoved Jungkook’s hand away and stepped back, mask slamming into place.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not yours.
( he hissed.)
Not your pet. Not your obsession. Get it through your perfect skull.
Jungkook didn’t flinch. He stared, eyes full of something unreadable.
Then he nodded.
Seokjin
(Seokjin lit a cigarette and spoke into his earpiece.)
The boss is losing his mind.
Jimin
(Jimin’s voice crackled back.)
Taehyung, huh?
Seokjin
Yep. Our little alley devil just triggered Jungkook’s full-blown possessive freak mode.
Jimin
How long until he makes a move?
Seokjin
(Jin exhaled smoke.)
I give it a week.
Seokjin
Before he decides if he wants to own Taehyung… or burn the world down for him.
A Leash Made of Gold
The streets were soaked in rain, dark and glistening like obsidian. Thunder rumbled in the distance—low and angry—matching Taehyung’s mood perfectly.
He yanked his hoodie tighter over his head and darted down the alley behind his building. He needed space, quiet, and most importantly—distance from Jeon freaking Jungkook.
Who did he think he was? Showing up at the club like that. Looking at him like he was something precious. Like he wanted to cage him and keep him.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung scoffed and kicked a trash can.)
Kim Taehyung
He’s just another controlling bastard.
( he muttered.)
And I don’t belong to anyone.
But as soon as he said it, his chest tightened.
Don’t belong.
The words echoed, strangely comforting and sad all at once.
He turned the corner toward his apartment—and froze.
A man in a suit stood by the stairs.
Slick hair. Scar on his chin. Hands behind his back. Quiet smile.
Taehyung’s instincts screamed.
Kim Taehyung
You're not from around here.
(he said flatly.)
unknown
No.
(the man agreed.)
But my employer sends regards.
Taehyung’s hand twitched toward his pocketknife.
In one fluid move, the stranger lunged. Taehyung ducked under the punch, slammed his knee into the man's gut, then elbowed him across the jaw.
The man stumbled—but recovered too quickly.
Trained.
Another hit—Taehyung dodged left, but not fast enough. A sharp pain bloomed across his ribs as a fist landed hard.
Not good. Not alone.
He needed backup. Hoseok was across town. His phone? Cracked and dead in his pocket.
The man reached for something—gun, maybe—but he never got the chance.
Because suddenly, a bullet slammed through his shoulder.
unknown
(He dropped, screaming.)
AHHHHHHH...
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung spun around.
And saw him.....)
Drenched from the rain, dressed in a black coat, gun in hand, expression pure rage.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t. Touch. Him.
( Jungkook growled as he walked forward, boots splashing through puddles.)
The man whimpered, crawling.
Another shot—clean, straight through the leg.
Taehyung stood there, stunned.
Jungkook stepped between him and the attacker, towering like a wolf guarding his mate.
Jeon Jungkook
Who sent you?
( Jungkook demanded.)
unknown
(The man spat blood.)
K-Kim Minjae. Said the street rat was getting cocky—
A third shot silenced him.
Taehyung stared as Jungkook lowered the gun and turned toward him.
Kim Taehyung
You followed me.
Jeon Jungkook
You needed watching.
(Jungkook said simply.)
Kim Taehyung
I had it handled.
Jeon Jungkook
You were bleeding.
( Jungkook replied, eyes roaming Taehyung’s form.)
Again.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung bristled.)
So what? Gonna patch me up and throw a collar on me next?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook tilted his head.)
If it kept you safe, yes.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not some toy for your protection kink.
( Taehyung snapped.)
Jeon Jungkook
You’re not a toy.
( Jungkook said, stepping closer.)
You’re a goddamn wildfire, and I’m the only one who wants to stand in the flames.
Taehyung’s breath hitched.
Kim Taehyung
I don’t need anyone.
(he whispered.)
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not just anyone.
(Jungkook said, voice low.)
And I’m not asking.
Later, in Jungkook’s penthouse.
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi was pacing.)
He brought Taehyung here? To his home?
Namjoon
(Namjoon, seated with a tablet, sipped his drink calmly.)
Did you expect anything less?
Jimin
(Jimin chimed in, lounging on the couch.)
He patched him up himself. Even refused the medics.
Seokjin
(Jin raised an eyebrow.)
Oh, we’re deep in it now.
Namjoon
The problem isn’t Jungkook’s obsession.
( Namjoon said.)
It’s what he’ll do because of it.
Everyone went quiet.
Because they knew. Jeon Jungkook didn’t love. He claimed. And if Taehyung ever became his, the line between affection and possession would vanish.
Meanwhile.
Taehyung sat shirtless on a silk-sheeted bed, glaring at his bandaged side.
Kim Taehyung
This is kidnapping.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook, sitting across from him, calmly replied.)
This is protection.
Kim Taehyung
You didn’t ask me.
Jeon Jungkook
You’d have said no.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook stood.)
You’re safe here. That’s all that matters.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not yours, Jungkook.
(Taehyung snapped.)
The mafia boss walked over slowly, like a predator approaching its prey—but his hands were gentle as he tilted Taehyung’s chin up.
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t care if you bite. Or scream. Or curse me.
(Jungkook said.)
But don’t tell me you’re alone. Not anymore.
Taehyung flinched.
Jungkook didn’t press.
Jeon Jungkook
(He leaned in and whispered near his ear.)
Sleep. You’re safe here, even if you hate it.
Then he walked out and locked the door behind him.
Taehyung sat there, hands trembling.
His heart thudded painfully against his ribs, and without warning, the edges of his mind began to fog.
The warmth.
The softness.
The feeling of being taken care of—just for a second—was too much.
He curled into the blanket, eyes wide, thumb grazing his lips before he stopped himself.
Kim Taehyung
*Not now. Not now. Not again.*
But the blanket smelled like cinnamon and expensive cologne.
And despite everything—he slept.
Somewhere in the shadows.
Kim Minjae slammed his fist into the table.
Kim Minjae
That brat has the mafia boss wrapped around his little finger!
His underling shifted nervously. “What do we do?”
Kim Minjae
(Minjae smiled coldly.)
We make Jeon Jungkook choose—between the boy, or the empire.
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