My Angel Tainted By Blood
The Alley Encounter
The rain pelted Seoul’s underbelly like a thousand tiny bullets, turning the neon-lit alleys into a slick, glowing maze.
The air stank of wet asphalt and cheap liquor, the kind of night where trouble didn’t just knock.. it kicked the fucking door down.
In a narrow alley off Gangnam’s shadiest strip, Kim Taehyung, known to the underworld as Mafia Kim, stood over a crumpled body, his knuckles dripping crimson.
The man at his feet.. a lowlife dealer who’d skimmed off the syndicate’s profits.. groaned once before going silent.
Taehyung’s tailored black coat clung to his broad shoulders, soaked from the downpour, but his sharp jaw and piercing eyes burned with a fire no rain could douse.
Kim Taehyung
FCKING IDIOT..
Taehyung muttered, wiping his bloodied fist on the dealer’s jacket. His deep voice cut through the rain’s hiss, low and dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
Thought you could steal from me and walk away?
He kicked the body once, hard, then turned to his right-hand man, Jimin, leaning against a dumpster with a cigarette glowing between his lips.
Kim Taehyung
Clean this shit up..
Taehyung ordered, his breath visible in the cold.
Jimin flicked ash, smirking.
Park Jimin
You’re a messy ba$tard tonight, boss. What’s got you so pissed?
Taehyung didn’t answer, just adjusted his cufflinks, the silver glinting under a flickering neon sign advertising Soju Dreams. Truth was, he didn’t know why his blood was boiling more than usual.
Maybe it was the traitor’s smug grin before Taehyung’s fist met his face.
Maybe it was the weight of the empire on his shoulders, every deal, every hit, staining his hands redder. He was Young Master Kim, the mafia’s untouchable king, but fck if it didn’t feel like the blood was drowning him.
A sharp cry snapped him out of it. Down the alley, past a pile of soggy cardboard, three figures loomed over a smaller one, their laughter cruel. Taehyung’s eyes narrowed.
Kim Taehyung
The hell’s that?
Jimin exhaled smoke, squinting.
Park Jimin
Some poor fcker is getting jumped. Not our problem.
But Taehyung was already moving, his boots splashing through puddles. Something about the scene.. the small figure’s trembling shoulders, the way they curled in.. hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn’t do hero shit, but his legs carried him forward anyway.
Jimin hissed, jogging after him.
Park Jimin
We got enough heat tonight!
Taehyung growled, his hand brushing the gun holstered under his coat.
In the dim glow of a broken streetlamp, Jeon Jungkook was cornered, his back pressed against a graffiti-stained wall.
Kim Taehyung
*Damn.. Beautiful.* (His heart backflipped)
The 21-year-old orphan clutched a tattered satchel, his doe eyes wide with fear but glinting with defiance.
His threadbare hoodie was soaked, dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his breath hitched as one of the muggers.. a greasy thug with a switchblade.. stepped closer.
Nakoa
Hand over the bag, pretty boy..
the thug sneered, twirling the blade.
Nakoa
Or I’ll carve that cute face up.
Jungkook’s voice shook but held firm.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s just sketches. Nothing worth stealing.
The second mugger, a bald brute, laughed.
Cleon
Then you won’t mind us taking a look, huh?
He grabbed Jungkook’s arm, yanking him forward. Jungkook stumbled, his satchel slipping, but he swung a fist, catching the brute’s jaw.
Jeon Jungkook
L-leave me.. Please! 🥺
Jungkook spat, his voice cracking. The third mugger lunged, pinning him, and Jungkook’s knees buckled, fear overtaking his bravado.
A low, menacing voice cut through the chaos.
Kim Taehyung
Get your fcking hands off him.
The muggers froze as Taehyung stepped into the light, his silhouette towering, blood still dripping from his knuckles. Jimin lingered behind, muttering..
Park Jimin
Goddamn it, Tae, you’re gonna start a war over this?
The bald brute scoffed, sizing Taehyung up.
Cleon
Who the hell are you, pretty boy’s knight?
Taehyung’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
Kim Taehyung
Young Master Kim. And you’re fcking dead.
The name hit like a thunderclap. The muggers paled, the switchblade clattering to the ground. Everyone in Seoul’s underbelly knew Young Master Kim.. ruthless, untouchable, his hands tainted with more blood than the Han River. The third mugger stammered..
Bourne
W-We didn’t know he was yours!
Taehyung said, stepping closer, his eyes locked on Jungkook’s trembling form.
Kim Taehyung
But you touched him. Big fcking mistake.
Before they could bolt, Taehyung moved like a predator. He grabbed the bald brute by the collar, slamming him into the wall so hard the brick cracked. His fist connected with a sickening crunch, blood spraying. The second mugger swung a pipe, but Taehyung dodged, his gun out in a flash, pressing it to the man’s temple.
Kim Taehyung
Wanna die tonight? (he growled)
The thug dropped to his knees, begging. The first mugger ran, but Jimin tackled him, cursing..
Park Jimin
Where are you going @ssh0le?
Jungkook watched, frozen, his heart pounding. The man before him was a storm.. violent, terrifying, yet… magnetic. Taehyung’s dark hair fell into his eyes as he turned, his gaze softening just a fraction as it landed on Jungkook.
Kim Taehyung
Fck, kid, you’re shaking like a leaf..
Taehyung said, his voice low, almost gentle. He stepped closer, holstering his gun.
Kim Taehyung
Stay behind me, yeah?
Jungkook nodded, clutching his satchel, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s bloodied hands.
Jeon Jungkook
W-Who are you? (he whispered, voice barely audible over the rain)
Taehyung tilted his head, studying the boy.. small, soaked, with eyes too big and too fcking pure for this shithole of a city. Something twisted in his chest, a feeling he didn’t recognize.
Kim Taehyung
Someone you shouldn’t be near..
he said, but his tone lacked its usual edge.
Kim Taehyung
You got a name?
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook.. (he mumbled, shivering)
Jeon Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook. (voice soft like petals)
Taehyung’s lips twitched, almost a smile.
Kim Taehyung
Alright, Jungkook. Get the fck outta here before more trouble finds you.
But Jungkook didn’t move, his gaze flickering to Taehyung’s hands, then his face.
Jeon Jungkook
You… you saved me.. (he said, his voice soft but steady)
Taehyung froze. Why? He didn’t fcking know. He should’ve walked away, left this kid to fend for himself. But those eyes.. scared yet defiant, like a star in this goddamn darkness.. had him rooted.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t ask stupid questions.. (he snapped, turning away)
Jungkook hesitated, then stepped closer, his sneakers splashing in a puddle.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re hurt..
he said, pointing at a cut on Taehyung’s cheek, blood mixing with rain.
Taehyung touched his face, surprised.
Kim Taehyung
It’s nothing..
he muttered, but Jungkook’s concern.. fck, it was doing something to him. He shook it off, glaring.
Kim Taehyung
I said go, kid. (said coldy)
Jungkook bit his lip, then pulled a crumpled tissue from his satchel, holding it out.
Jeon Jungkook
At least… clean it. Please. 🥺
Taehyung stared at the tissue, then at Jungkook, his heart thudding in a way it hadn’t in years.
Kim Taehyung
You’re a weird one, Angel..
he said, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it. He took the tissue, their fingers brushing, and Jungkook’s cheeks flushed despite the cold.
Jimin, dragging the unconscious mugger, snorted.
Park Jimin
Angel? Sh!t, Tae, you’re already soft for him.
Kim Taehyung
Shut the fck up..
Taehyung growled, but his eyes stayed on Jungkook, who was backing away, clutching his satchel like a lifeline.
Jeon Jungkook
Thank you.. (softly)
Jungkook whispered, then turned, disappearing into the rain.
Taehyung stood there, the tissue crumpled in his fist, blood and rain dripping to the ground.
he murmured, testing the name. His chest ached, a dangerous feeling stirring. He didn’t know it yet, but that trembling boy was about to turn his blood-soaked world upside down.
Jimin lit another cigarette, smirking.
Park Jimin
You’re fcked, boss. That kid’s trouble.
Taehyung didn’t reply, his gaze fixed on the alley’s end. Trouble? Maybe. But for the first time, he didn’t mind the mess.
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The Offer
The slums of Seoul were a labyrinth of despair, where rusted tin roofs sagged under the weight of endless rain and the air reeked of mildew and desperation.
In a cramped shack tucked between crumbling buildings, Jeon Jungkook sat cross-legged on a threadbare mattress, his sketchbook balanced on his knees.
The pencil in his trembling hand scratched out the outline of a face.. sharp jaw, piercing eyes, blood dripping from a cut cheek. He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop drawing him. Young Master Kim.
The man who’d saved him last night, a storm of violence and power wrapped in a tailored coat. Jungkook’s heart still raced at the memory of those eyes, dark and dangerous, calling him “Angel” in a voice that felt like velvet and gravel.
A gust of wind rattled the shack’s flimsy door, and Jungkook flinched, his pencil skidding across the page. He hugged his hoodie tighter, the same one he’d worn in the alley, still damp from the rain.
His life was small.. odd jobs, stolen moments to draw, a constant ache for something more but last night had cracked it open. That man, Taehyung, was trouble. Jungkook knew it. So why did his chest tighten at the thought of him?
Outside, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the streets were alive with the hum of danger.
Kim Taehyung leaned against a graffiti-covered wall across from Jungkook’s shack, his black coat blending into the shadows.
His cigarette glowed faintly, smoke curling around his sharp features as he watched the shack’s flickering light. He shouldn’t be here. He was Young Master Kim, the fcking king of Seoul’s underworld, with blood on his hands and a syndicate to run.
Yet here he was, stalking some scrawny kid who’d seen too much. Jungkook could talk, could rat him out. Taehyung should’ve silenced him last night. But those doe eyes, wide with fear yet burning with defiance, had fcked him up. And that tissue.. crumpled in his pocket now, stained with his blood.. felt like a goddamn anchor.
Park Jimin
Boss, what the hell are we doing in this shith0le?
Jimin’s voice cut through the quiet, his boots splashing in a puddle as he joined Taehyung. His leather jacket was zipped tight, a knife glinting at his hip.
Park Jimin
You planning to adopt the kid or what?
Taehyung exhaled smoke, his eyes never leaving the shack.
Kim Taehyung
He saw me, Jimin. Can’t let that slide.
Jimin snorted, lighting his own cigarette.
Park Jimin
Bullsh!t. You could’ve ended him in that alley. You’re here ‘cause he got under your skin. Angel, my @ss.
Kim Taehyung
Watch your fcking mouth..
Taehyung snapped, but there was no heat in it. Jimin was right, and it pissed him off. He didn’t do soft. He didn’t do feelings. But Jungkook’s shaky “thank you” and that stupid tissue had lodged in his brain like a bullet.
Jimin smirked, blowing smoke.
Park Jimin
You’re screwed, Tae. Kid’s got you acting unwise.
Taehyung flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot.
he ordered, striding toward the shack. His heart thudded, a rare betrayal of his iron control. He didn’t knock.. Young Master Kim didn’t fcking knock. He pushed the door open, the creak echoing in the tiny space.
Jungkook yelped, his sketchbook tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to his feet.
Jeon Jungkook
W-What the…?
His eyes widened, taking in Taehyung’s towering frame filling the doorway. The mafia boss looked out of place in the cramped shack, his polished boots stark against the peeling linoleum. Jungkook’s gaze darted to Taehyung’s hands.. clean now, but the memory of blood lingered.
Taehyung said, his deep voice low, almost soothing, but laced with danger. He stepped inside, the door thudding shut behind him.
The room smelled of charcoal pencils and damp wood, and Taehyung’s eyes scanned the space.. a sagging mattress, a cracked mirror, a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.
Yet the walls were covered in sketches.. faces, cityscapes, dreams in black and white. His gaze landed on the open sketchbook at Jungkook’s feet, his own face staring back, blood and all.
Taehyung asked, tilting his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Jungkook’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he snatched the sketchbook, clutching it to his chest.
Jeon Jungkook
I-I didn’t mean.. it’s just…
He trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
Why are you here?
Taehyung leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. The cut on his cheek from last night was bandaged now, but his presence screamed power.. dark, untamed, and fcking terrifying.
Kim Taehyung
You saw sh!t you shouldn’t have, Jungkook..
he said, his tone clipped.
Kim Taehyung
That dealer I took out? He’s not the only one who’d kill to keep secrets. You talk, you’re dead.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on the sketchbook.
Jeon Jungkook
I won’t talk.. 🥺
he said, his voice shaking but firm.
Taehyung raised a brow, studying him. The kid was scared, his slim frame trembling, but those eyes.. fcck, they held a fire that didn’t belong in this slum.
Kim Taehyung
Swearing ain’t enough ..
Taehyung said, stepping closer, his boots heavy on the floor.
Kim Taehyung
You’re a loose end. I don’t like loose ends.
Jungkook swallowed, backing up until his knees hit the mattress.
Jeon Jungkook
Then why didn’t you… you know, last night?
His voice dropped, soft and curious.
Jeon Jungkook
You could’ve hurt me. But you didn’t.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched. The kid was too fcking perceptive. He should lie, say it was a whim, but the truth clawed at him. Jungkook’s innocence, his stupid courage, had stopped him cold.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t get cocky, Angel..
he growled, the nickname slipping out again.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not your savior.
Jungkook’s lips parted, a faint blush spreading at the name.
he murmured, his eyes dropping to Taehyung’s hands, then back up.
Jeon Jungkook
But you’re not… all bad. I can tell.
Taehyung laughed, a rough, bitter sound.
Kim Taehyung
You’re fcking naive, kid.. You know who I am? Young Master Kim.. The Mafia King of the underworld.. My hands are so red, they’ll never be clean..
Kim Taehyung
He held them up, palms out, as if to prove it, though the blood was gone.
Kim Taehyung
You stay in this shith0le, you’ll get eaten alive. I’m offering you protection. My world, my rules. In exchange, you keep your mouth shut.
Jungkook blinked, his brows furrowing.
Jeon Jungkook
Protection? Like… what, I work for you?
Kim Taehyung
Something like that..
Taehyung said, his voice softening despite himself.
Kim Taehyung
You stay close, I keep you safe. Simple.
Jungkook’s gaze flickered to the sketches on the walls, then back to Taehyung. His life was hard.. scraping by, dodging creeps like those muggers.. but it was his.
This man, this king, was offering a lifeline wrapped in chains. He should say no, run far from those blood-tainted hands. But something in Taehyung’s eyes.. a flicker of something raw, almost desperate.. made Jungkook’s heart stutter.
Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung’s smirk faded, his eyes locking onto Jungkook’s.
he admitted, and it was the most honest thing he’d said in years.
Kim Taehyung
But you’re not nobody. Not to me.
The words hung heavy, and Jungkook’s breath caught. He should be terrified, but instead, warmth bloomed in his chest. This man, this monster, looked at him like he was something.
Jungkook said, his voice steady now.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll come with you. I… I trust you.
Taehyung froze, the words hitting like a fcking freight train. Trust? In him? The man who’d just beaten a guy to death? His throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak.
Kim Taehyung
You’re fcking crazy, Angel..
he finally muttered, turning away to hide the way his hands shook.
Kim Taehyung
Pack your sh!t. We’re leaving..
Jungkook nodded, grabbing his satchel and a few pencils, his heart pounding. As he followed Taehyung into the rain, he glanced back at the shack.. his old life, small and broken. Ahead, Taehyung’s broad back cut through the drizzle, a shadow promising safety and danger in equal measure.
Outside, Jimin was waiting, his cigarette glowing. He took one look at Jungkook trailing Taehyung like a lost puppy and burst out laughing.
Park Jimin
Holy sh!t, boss, you’re keeping him? You’re so fcked.
Taehyung snapped, but his eyes flicked to Jungkook, softening.
As they disappeared into the neon haze, Jungkook clutched his sketchbook, Taehyung’s “Angel” echoing in his mind. He didn’t know it yet, but he’d just stepped into a world of blood and love, where the only thing keeping Taehyung sane was the trembling boy at his side.
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The Sanctuary
The Seoul night was a beast, all snarling neon and restless shadows, but inside the black SUV cutting through its streets, a different kind of tension simmered.
Kim Taehyung, Young Master Kim, gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles still raw from last night’s bloodbath.
His dark eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where Jeon Jungkook sat in the backseat, clutching his tattered satchel like it was his only tether to the world.
The kid looked out of place.. small, soaked, his doe eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.
Taehyung’s chest tightened, a feeling he didn’t fcking need. What was he doing, dragging this innocent into his sh!tstorm of a life?
Jimin, sprawled in the passenger seat, broke the silence with a smirk.
Park Jimin
So, boss, you planning to keep the kid in your penthouse? Gonna be your new interior decorator or some sh!t?
Kim Taehyung
Fûck off, Jimin..
Taehyung growled, his deep voice vibrating through the car.
Kim Taehyung
He’s staying at the Sanctuary. Safer there.
Jimin chuckled, lighting a cigarette despite Taehyung’s glare.
Park Jimin
Safer? For him or for you? Kid’s got you acting like a damn puppy already.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t take the bait. His mind was on Jungkook, who hadn’t spoken since they left the slums. The boy’s “I trust you” back at the shack had hit like a fcking bullet, and now here he was, following Taehyung into the lion’s den.
He came out of his thoughts when Jungkook’s soft voice broke through.
Jeon Jungkook
Where’s… the Sanctuary?
He leaned forward, his hoodie sleeves too long, covering his hands. His eyes met Taehyung’s in the mirror, and Taehyung’s grip on the wheel tightened.
Kim Taehyung
Somewhere no one’ll find you..
Taehyung said, his tone gruff but softer than he meant.
Kim Taehyung
My safehouse. You’ll be fine, Angel.
Jungkook’s cheeks flushed at the nickname, and he ducked his head, clutching his satchel tighter. Jimin snorted, muttering..
Park Jimin
Angel. Fcking hell, Tae.
The SUV pulled into an abandoned warehouse district, the kind of place where screams got swallowed by concrete.
Taehyung led Jungkook through a rusted side door, Jimin trailing with a duffel of gear. Inside, a hidden elevator hummed, descending to a basement level that opened into a world Jungkook never expected.
The Sanctuary was no penthouse, but it was a haven.. warm lights strung across exposed brick, a worn leather couch, a small kitchen with a mismatched table. Shelves held books and vinyl records, and a single window let in slivers of neon from the city above. It smelled of cedar and faintly of Taehyung’s cologne, sharp and intoxicating.
Jungkook stood frozen, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor.
Jeon Jungkook
This is… yours? (he asked, his voice barely above a whisper)
Taehyung shrugged, tossing his coat over a chair.
Kim Taehyung
Yeah.. Only place I can breathe without some assh0le trying to put a bullet in me.
He glanced at Jungkook, who was staring at the fairy lights like they were stars. Fck, the kid was too pure for this.
Jimin dropped the duffel, smirking.
Park Jimin
Welcome to paradise, kid. Don’t break anything.. (He clapped Taehyung’s shoulder)
Park Jimin
I’m out. Got cleanup from your little alley stunt. Don’t do anything stupid, boss.
Taehyung muttered, but his eyes were on Jungkook, who was wandering the room, his fingers brushing a record sleeve. Jimin’s laugh echoed as the elevator whirred shut, leaving them alone.
The silence was heavy, awkward as hell. Taehyung leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Jungkook explore. The kid’s hoodie was too big, his hair still damp, and every step he took screamed vulnerability. Yet there was a quiet strength in the way he moved, like he was claiming the space despite his nerves.
Taehyung asked, breaking the quiet. His voice was rough, but he was trying.. fck, he was trying not to scare the kid.
Jungkook turned, startled, his eyes wide.
Jeon Jungkook
Oh, um… I’m okay..
His stomach betrayed him, growling loud enough to echo. His face went red, and he hugged his satchel.
Jeon Jungkook
Maybe… a little..
Taehyung’s lips twitched, almost a smile.
Kim Taehyung
Sit your @ss down, Angel. I ain’t a chef, but I can manage something..
He rummaged through the fridge, pulling out instant ramen and a couple of beers. As he boiled water, Jungkook settled on the couch, opening his sketchbook with hesitant fingers.
Kim Taehyung
You always draw?
Taehyung called, glancing over his shoulder. The sight of Jungkook hunched over his sketches, pencil moving like it was an extension of him, did something to Taehyung’s chest. He shoved the feeling down.
Jeon Jungkook
Yeah.. (Jungkook said softly, not looking up)
Jeon Jungkook
It’s… how I make sense of things. The world’s messy, but this isn’t.
Taehyung snorted, stirring the ramen.
Kim Taehyung
Messy’s a fcking understatement.. (He paused, his hands stilling)
Kim Taehyung
What’d you draw in that slum shack? Saw my face in there.
Jungkook’s pencil froze, his cheeks burning.
Jeon Jungkook
I… you were just… intense. I couldn’t stop thinking about it..
He risked a glance, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.
Taehyung’s heart thudded, and he turned away, cursing under his breath.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t go romanticizing me, kid. I’m a fcking monster. Blood’s all I know.
He poured the ramen into bowls, his hands steady despite the storm in his head.
Jungkook frowned, setting his sketchbook down.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re not a monster.. (he said, his voice quiet but firm)
Jeon Jungkook
You saved me. Monsters don’t do that..
Taehyung set a bowl in front of Jungkook, his eyes narrowing.
Kim Taehyung
You’re too damn trusting, Angel. That’ll get you k!lled in my world.
Jungkook took the bowl, his fingers brushing Taehyung’s. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through both of them.
Jeon Jungkook
Maybe.. (Jungkook said, his voice barely audible)
Jeon Jungkook
But I’m here, aren’t I?
Taehyung stared, his throat tight. The kid was right.. he was here, in the fcking Sanctuary, eating ramen with a mafia king who’d killed hours ago. Taehyung sat across from him, cracking open a beer.
Kim Taehyung
Eat, before it gets cold..
he muttered, but his eyes didn’t leave Jungkook’s face.
They ate in silence, the only sounds the clink of chopsticks and the distant hum of the city. Jungkook’s nerves eased, the warmth of the ramen and the Sanctuary’s cozy glow making him feel… safe.
He glanced at Taehyung, who was watching him with an unreadable expression, his beer untouched.
Jeon Jungkook
What? (Jungkook asked, wiping his mouth self-consciously)
Taehyung leaned back, his voice low.
Kim Taehyung
You’re drawing me again, aren’t you?
Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his sketchbook, where he’d started outlining Taehyung’s face.. sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, that cut now scabbing over.
Jeon Jungkook
I… maybe.. (he admitted, his voice shy)
Jeon Jungkook
You’re kind of… hard to ignore..
Taehyung laughed, a rough, genuine sound that startled them both.
Kim Taehyung
Fck, Angel, you’re gonna be trouble..
He leaned forward, his gaze intense.
Kim Taehyung
Keep drawing.. But don’t make me look like a damn saint..
Jungkook smiled, small but real, his pencil moving again.
Jeon Jungkook
I draw what I see..
he said softly, his eyes flickering to Taehyung’s hands, clean now but heavy with the ghost of blood.
Jeon Jungkook
And I see… you.. (cheeks burned with shyness)
Taehyung’s breath caught, his fingers tightening around the beer can. He didn’t know what the fck this kid was doing to him, but for the first time in years, the Sanctuary felt like more than a hideout. It felt like a beginning.
As Jungkook sketched, his strokes careful and reverent, Taehyung watched, the weight of his blood-tainted world fading just a little. This boy.. this trembling, fearless Angel.. was already changing everything.
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