The boy lay sprawled on the cold pavement, his breath ragged, blood pooling beneath him. Neon lights flickered overhead, turning his pale skin shades of blue and red.

“It’s… all because of that name…” he rasped. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto the man crouching beside him. “Don’t… don’t trust anyone who says it…”

The man leaned closer, desperate to hear the dying boy’s last words.

“White Eden…” the boy whispered.

Then his chest stopped rising.

In the distance, sirens wailed, but to him, the world had already gone silent.

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Hi Darling's

This is my new story pls support

This is not my story, it is one of my favorite stories I have seen, and I have explained it in a different way in this story.

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Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

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何故、こんなにも

涙が溢れるの

ねぇ、側にいて

そして笑ってよ

君のいない未来は

色のない世界

モノクロで冷たい

見つめてる

暗闇さえも so beautiful

僕を信じてほしい

まっすぐに君だけを見て

どこにも行かないように

この先に何が待ち受けても

遠くまで見つめるその向こう

君がくれた場所は今も

心の拠り所でいるのさ

過去の影は何度も追いかけてくるけれど

振り解くほどに

がんじがらめで Follow me

それでも掴みたいんだ

何処へでも I'll find you

君と歩む明日へ

終わりの始まりと

なろうとしても

君の名を叫ぶよ

見つめてる

その眼差しは so colorful

全てを捧げるよ

叶わない、願いを胸に

言葉にできないまま

過去と未来、向き合うために

どれだけ望めば手が届く

こんな夜だけど

想い続けるよ

黄昏のこの街で

愛されたい

愛せるよう

瞳になるよ

これからの旅に

見つめてる

暗闇さえも So beautiful

僕を信じてほしい

まっすぐに君だけを見て

どこにも行かないように

見守ってる

その眼差しは So colorful

教えてくれたんだ

いつの日かその悲しみは

僕らを紡いでいく

Your eyes tell

The city never slept.

Even at midnight, the streets of Manhattan pulsed with life—neon lights flickering against wet asphalt, the rumble of subway trains deep below, the hum of voices blending with car horns. But on the East Side, the city felt different. Darker. Here, the air smelled of gasoline, sweat, and the kind of desperation you couldn’t wash away.

Perched on the crumbling edge of a brick wall, Kim Taehyung sat like a king surveying his kingdom. His blond hair caught the faint glow of a streetlamp, and his sharp, catlike eyes moved constantly, calculating, always watching.

The gangs called him V. Some with respect. Most with fear.

At seventeen, he ruled the East Side not because he was the oldest or the strongest, but because he was the smartest. Fast hands, faster mind. In a city where one wrong move meant a bullet in the head, Taehyung never missed.

“Hyung,” a voice called nervously from below.

Taehyung didn’t look down immediately. He toyed with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the smoke curl lazily into the humid air. Finally, he tilted his head, glancing at the boy standing below.

It was Jihoon, one of his younger lookouts, his thin frame tense.

“Spit it out,” Taehyung said lazily.

“The Marquez crew is here,” Jihoon said, voice dropping. “They’re asking around. Looking for you.”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Looking for me, huh? Bold of them.”

Jihoon swallowed. “Hyung… they’re armed.”

“Then we’ll just have to show them who they’re dealing with.” Taehyung flicked the cigarette away and jumped down from the wall in one fluid motion.

Before Jihoon could respond, a voice from the alley’s entrance cut through the night.

“Kim Taehyung?”

Taehyung turned, mildly curious.

Standing at the mouth of the alley was someone who looked like he had no business being there.

The boy was tall, maybe the same age as Taehyung, with soft dark hair that fell slightly over his eyes. His clothes were neat, casual but clean—completely out of place in this part of the city. A camera hung from his neck, his fingers gripping the strap tightly as if it were a shield.

He looked… innocent. Too innocent for these streets.

Taehyung arched a brow. “Depends who’s asking.”

The boy stepped forward hesitantly. “My name is Jeon Jungkook. I need to talk to you… it’s about something called White Eden.”

At that name, something flickered in Taehyung’s eyes—a quick flash of recognition, quickly buried under a smirk.

“White Eden?” Taehyung echoed casually, leaning back against the wall. “Never heard of it. And even if I had, why should I care?”

Jungkook’s grip on his camera tightened. “Because… the last person who said those words to me was shot. Right in front of me.”

Taehyung’s smile faded just slightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet interest.

“Brave of you to come looking for answers in my part of the city,” Taehyung said finally. “Brave… or stupid.”

Jungkook didn’t flinch. “Maybe both. But I can’t just walk away.”

For a long moment, Taehyung simply watched him, his sharp gaze unreadable.

Then Jihoon’s voice cut through the tension.

“Hyung!”

Three shadows appeared at the far end of the alley.

The Marquez gang.

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The three men from the Marquez crew strode into the alley, their boots splashing through shallow puddles. All of them wore leather jackets with a red snake emblem stitched onto the sleeves.

The leader—a tall man with a jagged scar across his jaw—grinned when he saw Taehyung.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the golden boy of the East Side,” the man sneered. His eyes flicked briefly to Jungkook, confusion crossing his face before he dismissed him. “Didn’t expect to find you babysitting.”

Taehyung straightened, his posture casual but his eyes sharp. “You’re a long way from your own turf, Marquez.”

Scar smirked, pulling out a pistol from his jacket. The metal glinted under the weak streetlight.

“Times change, V,” Scar said, his voice oily. “The East Side’s up for grabs, and you’re just a kid playing king. Hand over the territory, and maybe we won’t paint the walls with your blood.”

Jungkook tensed, his hands tightening around his camera strap.

But Taehyung just laughed—a low, almost amused sound that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Cute,” he said, tilting his head. “But you should’ve brought more men if you wanted to take my streets.”

Scar’s grin widened. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

He raised the gun.

The shot never landed.

In a blur of motion, Taehyung sidestepped, grabbing a loose brick from the ground and hurling it with perfect precision. The brick smashed into Scar’s wrist, sending the gun clattering to the pavement.

Before Scar could recover, Taehyung lunged forward. His elbow slammed into the man’s jaw, and Scar staggered backward, blood spraying from his split lip.

The second thug rushed in with a knife. Taehyung twisted out of the way, grabbing the man’s wrist and forcing it upward until a sickening crack filled the air. The knife clattered to the ground.

Then, with a swift knee to the thug’s stomach, Taehyung sent him crashing against the wall, unconscious.

The third thug froze, his eyes darting between his fallen comrades and Taehyung, who stood perfectly calm, breathing evenly.

Taehyung tilted his head, his blond hair falling slightly over his eyes as he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that made the air feel colder.

“Run,” he said simply.

The man didn’t hesitate. He bolted into the darkness, his footsteps echoing as he disappeared.

Silence returned to the alley, broken only by Scar’s groans as he tried to crawl away. Taehyung crouched down, grabbing him by the collar.

“Tell your boss this is my city,” Taehyung said, his voice soft but deadly. “If you step into my streets again, you won’t walk back out.”

He shoved Scar to the ground, letting him crawl away like a beaten dog.

Only then did Taehyung turn to Jungkook.

Jungkook was frozen, his wide eyes locked on Taehyung. His camera strap hung loosely in his hands, forgotten.

“You…” Jungkook’s voice wavered slightly. “You could’ve been shot.”

Taehyung wiped the blood from his knuckles with a casual shrug. “If you’re scared of dying, you don’t last long here.”

Jungkook didn’t respond right away. He just kept staring, as if trying to reconcile the calm boy standing in front of him with the lethal fighter from moments ago.

Taehyung took a step closer, his sharp gaze softening slightly.

“You don’t belong in this world, do you?” Taehyung asked quietly.

Jungkook hesitated, but he didn’t look away. “Maybe not. But I still need to know what White Eden is.”

For a long moment, Taehyung said nothing. Then, slowly, he smirked.

“Brave,” Taehyung said, almost amused. “Stupid, but brave.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a faint smile despite the tension.

Taehyung turned away, already walking toward the street. “Fine. You want answers? You’re coming with me. From now on, you don’t leave my sight.”

Jungkook blinked. “What? Why?”

“Because someone’s going to come after you again,” Taehyung said simply, not looking back. “And if you die before I find out what White Eden is… that’d be a waste.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, his pulse racing. But he stepped forward anyway, following Taehyung into the night.

“Come on, pretty boy,” Taehyung called casually over his shoulder. “Welcome to my world.”

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🔥 End of Chapter One

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The city lights faded the deeper they walked into the East Side.

Jungkook stayed close behind Taehyung, his camera bouncing lightly against his chest with every step. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but the streets around them made it difficult—dark alleys, broken windows, and figures lurking in the shadows.

Everything here felt different from the bustling city he knew. This part of the city didn’t pretend to be glamorous. It was raw, dangerous… and alive.

Taehyung, on the other hand, moved as if he belonged here—because he did. His steps were relaxed, his posture loose, yet his sharp eyes missed nothing.

“You always walk this fast?” Jungkook finally asked, breaking the silence.

“You always talk this much?” Taehyung shot back without looking at him.

Jungkook frowned, muttering under his breath, “I was just asking…”

But Taehyung’s lips twitched slightly, almost like he was holding back a smile.

After a few more turns, Taehyung stopped in front of a run-down building. The walls were covered in layers of graffiti, and one of the windows was boarded up with mismatched wooden planks.

Jungkook stared at it, hesitant. “This is your… home?”

Taehyung smirked. “Welcome to the palace, pretty boy.”

He pushed the door open, and a wave of noise and warm air spilled out.

Inside the Hideout

The inside was a strange mix of chaos and comfort. Old couches were pushed against the walls, a poker game was in progress on a crate-turned-table, and loud music blared from a dusty speaker in the corner.

At least a dozen teenagers and young adults lounged around, most of them armed with knives or pistols tucked casually into their belts. The smell of smoke and cheap alcohol hung in the air.

The moment Taehyung stepped in, the atmosphere shifted.

“Boss’s back!” someone shouted, and all eyes turned to him.

A boy with bright red hair—slightly older than Jungkook—pushed through the crowd first. He grinned, leaning casually against a pillar.

“Hyung, you missed the fun,” the boy said. “We almost raided the Marquez stash—wait, who’s this?”

His eyes landed on Jungkook, curiosity flashing in them.

“He’s with me,” Taehyung said simply, moving past them.

The red-haired boy raised an eyebrow. “With you? Since when do you bring strangers here?”

“Since now,” Taehyung replied flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The room murmured, several gang members exchanging looks. Jungkook felt every eye on him, his grip tightening around his camera strap.

“Does he even know how to hold a gun?” someone snickered from the back.

“Maybe Taehyung’s keeping a pet now,” another voice mocked.

Jungkook flushed, but before he could speak, Taehyung shot them a sharp look—a single glare that silenced the room instantly.

Without another word, Taehyung motioned for Jungkook to follow him into a smaller room at the back.

The noise outside muffled as the door closed behind them. This room was quieter, dimly lit, with only a single table and two chairs.

Taehyung sat down, leaning back casually. “You can relax now. They won’t bite unless I tell them to.”

Jungkook sat across from him, still tense. “They don’t seem very happy to see me.”

“They’re just not used to me keeping… guests,” Taehyung said, his tone neutral.

Jungkook studied him for a moment. “You don’t trust people easily, do you?”

Taehyung’s gaze sharpened slightly, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small knife, and began spinning it lazily between his fingers.

“Trust gets you killed in this world,” Taehyung said finally. “But you… you’re different.”

Jungkook blinked. “Different how?”

Taehyung smirked faintly. “You’re either too stupid to be scared, or too stubborn to run. Maybe both.”

Despite the insult, Jungkook found himself smiling slightly.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The dim light flickered above, casting soft shadows across Taehyung’s face.

Finally, Taehyung stood, sliding the knife back into his pocket. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

“Wait,” Jungkook said quickly, leaning forward. “Are you going somewhere?”

Taehyung was already at the door. “Business. Don’t wander around, pretty boy—you won’t last five minutes without me.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving Jungkook sitting alone in the quiet room.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Jungkook felt the full weight of where he was. This was a world built on survival—a world Taehyung ruled with sharp eyes and bloodstained hands.

But Jungkook wasn’t going to leave. Not now. Not until he learned the truth behind White Eden.

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The room felt too quiet once Taehyung left.

Jungkook sat for a long time, staring at the scratched table in front of him. He could still hear the muffled laughter and arguments from the other gang members outside.

He should have felt relieved to be away from their stares, but instead, his chest felt tight.

He hated feeling useless.

After what felt like hours, Jungkook finally stood and paced the small room. Taehyung had told him to stay put, but the curiosity gnawed at him.

What kind of “business” did Taehyung have? Did it have something to do with White Eden?

And more importantly… would Taehyung even tell him if it did?

Jungkook bit his lip, glancing at the door.

Just a quick look, he told himself. I won’t go far.

And with that, he slipped out.

The Streets at Night

The hideout was even more intimidating from the outside at night. Shadows stretched long across the cracked pavement, and the faint hum of distant sirens echoed through the streets.

Jungkook walked carefully, his camera swinging lightly at his side. His heart pounded with every step, but his determination pushed him forward.

Then he heard it—shouting from a nearby alley.

Jungkook froze.

“…Boss said to take him alive!” a voice hissed.

Curiosity got the better of him. Jungkook crept closer, peeking around the corner.

His blood went cold.

The Ambush

Taehyung stood in the middle of the alley, surrounded by five men. His usual calm expression was there, but Jungkook could see the tension in his stance.

The men were clearly from a rival gang, their weapons glinting under the flickering streetlight.

One lunged forward with a knife. Taehyung dodged easily, his movements sharp and precise. He slammed his elbow into the man’s ribs, sending him crashing to the ground.

But there were too many.

As Taehyung fought off another attacker, two men circled behind him, one raising a gun.

Jungkook’s heart raced.

Without thinking, he stepped forward. “Taehyung!”

The moment he shouted, everything froze for a split second—just long enough for one of the attackers to notice him.

“Grab the kid!” the man barked.

Before Jungkook could react, strong arms grabbed him from behind, twisting his wrist and knocking the camera from his hands.

“Let go of me!” Jungkook struggled, but the man only tightened his grip.

Taehyung’s eyes widened for a brief second, the first hint of panic Jungkook had ever seen in him.

The Rescue

In the next instant, Taehyung moved like lightning.

He ducked under a swing, grabbed a metal pipe from the ground, and slammed it into the man holding Jungkook. The man dropped instantly, groaning in pain.

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s wrist and yanked him close, his grip almost bruising.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Taehyung snapped, his voice sharp with anger—but there was something else in his eyes. Something closer to fear.

“I—I just wanted to see—” Jungkook stammered.

“Shut up and stay behind me,” Taehyung growled, stepping in front of him.

The remaining attackers charged, but Taehyung was faster. He swung the metal pipe with deadly precision, knocking two men out cold before they could get close.

The last one tried to run, but Taehyung caught him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“Who sent you?” Taehyung demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The man struggled, eyes wide with terror. “It—it was Marquez! He said to bring you in alive!”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Then he shoved the man to the ground, letting him scramble away.

Aftermath

The alley fell silent except for Taehyung’s steady breathing.

Jungkook stood frozen, his heart still racing. Taehyung finally turned to him, his expression unreadable.

“Do you have a death wish?” Taehyung asked, his tone flat, but his grip on Jungkook’s wrist hadn’t loosened yet.

“I just… I wanted to help,” Jungkook said quietly.

Taehyung’s eyes softened—just for a second, so fast Jungkook almost missed it.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Taehyung said, his voice quieter this time. “If something happens to you… it’ll be a problem.”

Jungkook blinked. “A… problem?”

Taehyung looked away, releasing his wrist. “You’re not from this world. You’re not built for it. So stay put, or you won’t survive.”

Jungkook wanted to argue, but when he looked at Taehyung—really looked—he saw it.

For all his cold words, there was worry in Taehyung’s eyes.

“…Okay,” Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung gave a short nod, turning to leave. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

And for the first time, Jungkook noticed the way Taehyung said it. Home.

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End of Chapter Two