🌑 The Devil’s Softest Touch

Prologue

They called him The Devil.

A name whispered in alleys and carved into the fears of men who thought themselves untouchable.

Jeon Jungkook ruled a kingdom of shadows—blood, money, and silence bent to his will. His reputation was not built on kindness, nor on mercy. It was built on the countless lives that fell under his gun, the empires that burned when he snapped his fingers, and the men who bowed at his feet or bled in the dirt for refusing.

To the world, he was untouchable. Unshakable. A monster.

And he accepted it.

Because monsters don’t feel. Monsters don’t break. Monsters don’t crave.

Or so he thought.

Until his gaze fell on him.

Kim Taehyung.

A boy with starlit eyes and a voice that carried softness Jungkook hadn’t heard in years. A boy who didn’t tremble when Jungkook’s shadow touched him. A boy who looked at the Devil not with fear, but with… defiance. With curiosity.

And just like that, the Devil—the man who could crush entire kingdoms with a glance—found himself crumbling inside.

No bullet, no betrayal, no blood had ever weakened Jeon Jungkook.

But the brush of Taehyung’s hand against his skin… that was his undoing.

They say the Devil can’t be tamed.

But maybe… he can be touched.

And maybe that touch, softer than a whisper, could either save him—

—or destroy him completely.

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Introduction

The rain was heavy that night, drowning the city in a chorus of thunder and flashing lights. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, swallowed quickly by the growl of engines and the roar of gunfire.

Jungkook leaned against the leather seat of his black car, eyes as cold as the barrel of the pistol resting loosely in his hand. Another deal gone bloody. Another group of men who thought they could cheat The Devil and live to tell the tale.

They were wrong.

His suit jacket was stained with someone else’s blood, his lip ring glinting under the dim glow of the streetlamp. To anyone who dared look his way, he was terrifying—dark hair plastered to his forehead, veins bulging against his tattooed arms, jaw set in a way that promised death.

But Jungkook didn’t care. Fear was currency, and tonight he was the richest man alive.

“Boss, we should move. The cops will sweep this area soon,” his right-hand man muttered from the driver’s seat.

Jungkook didn’t answer. His gaze had wandered—pulled by something, or someone—towards the lone figure standing at the corner of the street.

A boy.

Umbrella broken, shirt clinging to his frame from the rain, eyes wide but not in fear. Instead, there was something unsettling in the way he stared at Jungkook. Not recognition. Not terror. But something softer. Like he saw through the blood and the gun and the Devil himself… straight into the man buried beneath.

Their eyes locked. For a second—just a second—the world fell quiet.

Jungkook’s grip on his pistol loosened.

“Boss?” the driver pressed again.

The boy moved then—turning away, walking into the blur of neon and storm. But the impression remained, burning into Jungkook’s memory.

Jeon Jungkook, the man who feared nothing, felt his chest tighten in a way no bullet had ever managed.

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Two Weeks Later

“Kim Taehyung,” the professor called, snapping him out of his daydream.

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung replied, adjusting the strap of his bag as he stood to leave class. His friends often teased him for zoning out, but how could he explain? He wasn’t thinking about assignments or exams. No—his thoughts wandered back to that night in the rain.

To those dark eyes that had found his across the storm.

To the man who looked like sin wrapped in silk.

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t even remember. Whoever that man was, he screamed danger. But the truth was, Taehyung couldn’t forget.

Every time he closed his eyes, he felt that strange chill down his spine—the weight of a gaze that had seen him, really seen him, in a way no one else ever had.

Shaking his head, Taehyung shoved the memory aside. He had a life to live, a future to plan. And dangerous strangers with guns didn’t belong in it.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

What Taehyung didn’t know was that the Devil himself had already carved his name into his fate.

And once the Devil decides you’re his…

There is no escape.

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🌑 The Devil’s Softest Touch

Part 2 –

The rain hadn’t fallen that night, but Taehyung still felt it on his skin.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw him.

The man from the alley.

The stranger from the storm.

The Devil with a touch too soft for someone who claimed to own him.

Taehyung pressed a hand to his chest as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his small apartment. His heart had been restless ever since. Sleep evaded him, replaced by fragments of dark eyes and a voice that dripped like velvet over knives.

“You belong to me now.”

The words clung to him, a chain he hadn’t agreed to wear but couldn’t shake off. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. He didn’t even know the man’s name, yet his presence lingered like a shadow at the edge of every thought.

And stranger still, beneath the fear curling in his stomach, something warmer pulsed. A dangerous pull. Curiosity.

Taehyung hated it.

He hated himself for it.

Meanwhile

Across the city, Jeon Jungkook’s world spun around blood, money, and power, but none of it tasted the same. Meetings blurred. Rivals begged. Guns fired. And still, his mind wandered to one person.

Kim Taehyung.

The boy had looked so fragile in that alley, trembling against the wall, lips parted in shock, yet his eyes… they had burned with defiance even as his voice shook. Maybe you are a monster.

No one spoke to Jungkook like that. No one dared.

But Taehyung had.

And instead of fury, Jungkook had felt something dangerously close to fascination.

Now, as he sat in his private office overlooking the city, a glass of whiskey untouched by his side, Jungkook tapped his fingers against the desk, restless.

Namjoon entered quietly, a file in his hands. “We’ve tightened surveillance on Kim Taehyung, as you ordered. He sticks to routine—classes, the café, the library, his apartment. No connections to rivals. Completely clean.”

“Good.” Jungkook’s lips curved, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Keep it that way. No one touches him.”

Namjoon hesitated. “Boss, you know the risks. If anyone realizes he matters to you—”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped up, sharp enough to cut. “That’s why you’ll make sure no one does.”

Namjoon sighed but nodded, leaving him alone again.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He could still feel the phantom warmth of Taehyung’s wrist beneath his fingers. The way the boy had looked at him—half in fear, half in something he couldn’t name.

The Devil had ruled empires without weakness. But now… he had one.

The Encounter

The next evening, Taehyung found himself walking home again, sketchbook tucked against his chest. He told himself he’d imagined the car from before, imagined the weight of unseen eyes.

Until a voice broke the night.

“Going somewhere, angel?”

Taehyung froze mid-step. His heart lurched. Slowly, he turned.

Jungkook stood there—leaning casually against a streetlamp as though he owned the night itself. Dressed in black, hair falling over his forehead, tattoos peeking from under his sleeve. The lip ring gleamed when he smirked.

Taehyung’s pulse raced. “You—”

“Me,” Jungkook finished smoothly, pushing off the lamp and strolling toward him. His movements were predatory, but his gaze… softer, burning. “You look surprised. Didn’t think you’d see me again?”

Taehyung stepped back instinctively. “I didn’t want to see you again.”

Jungkook chuckled, low and dangerous. “Liar.”

Taehyung bristled. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because,” Jungkook stopped in front of him, tilting his head, eyes devouring him slowly, “you’ve been thinking about me. Haven’t you?”

Taehyung’s breath caught. He hated how easily the man read him.

“You don’t even know my name,” Taehyung shot back.

Jungkook leaned closer, voice a whisper against his ear. “Jeon Jungkook. And you’re Kim Taehyung. See? I know everything that matters.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “You’ve been following me.”

“Protecting you,” Jungkook corrected smoothly. “There’s a difference.”

Taehyung shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing a wall of stone. “I don’t need your protection!”

Jungkook caught his wrist, grip firm but not painful, eyes locking with his. “Maybe not. But I need to give it.”

For a heartbeat, silence hung between them. The streetlights hummed, the city noise distant. All Taehyung could hear was the sound of his own racing heartbeat and the steady calm of the man before him.

Jungkook’s thumb brushed lightly over Taehyung’s pulse point, and the touch was so soft it betrayed everything about the man’s reputation.

It was terrifying.

And intoxicating.

The Warning

“You should stay away from me,” Taehyung said finally, voice trembling. “Whatever world you live in, I don’t want any part of it.”

Jungkook’s expression darkened. “Too late. You stepped into it the moment you looked at me without fear.”

“That’s not fair—”

“Life isn’t fair, angel,” Jungkook cut him off, voice firm. “You think you can just walk away? Pretend you didn’t see me? That you didn’t feel something?”

Taehyung’s breath hitched. “I didn’t feel—”

“You did,” Jungkook said, eyes burning. “And so did I.”

The intensity in his voice silenced Taehyung. For a moment, he saw it—underneath the Devil’s mask. A crack. A vulnerability.

Jungkook released his wrist slowly, but his gaze never wavered. “I won’t hurt you, Taehyung. But I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.”

Taehyung stared at him, heart pounding. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Jungkook murmured, stepping back into the shadows. “But you’ll learn to live with it.”

The Cliffhanger

The following night, Taehyung returned late from campus. He climbed the stairs to his apartment, fumbling for his keys—only to find his door slightly ajar.

Panic surged through him. Slowly, he pushed it open.

Inside, the room was untouched—except for the sketchbook on his desk. The pages were flipped open to the portrait he’d drawn of Jungkook.

And across the bottom of the page, in neat, bold handwriting that was not his own, were four words:

“You’re already mine.”

Taehyung’s hands shook. His breath came in shallow gasps.

And in the silence of the night, a voice echoed in his mind—deep, velvet, and merciless.

“You belong to me now

Part 3 –

The silence of the night clung to Taehyung’s skin like a curse. His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling as if he had run a thousand miles, yet he hadn’t moved an inch from the velvet chair where jk had left him. His mind screamed to run, to escape, but his body was bound not by chains—by jk unholy presence.

The devil didn’t need iron shackles. His voice was enough.

“Why do you tremble, beautiful?” jk voice slithered through the darkness like smoke, wrapping around Taehyung’s throat, making him choke on his own heartbeat.

Taehyung swallowed hard, glaring at the tall figure before him. jk black shirt was open at the chest, tattoos crawling over his pale skin like marks of a fallen god. A wicked grin tugged at his lips, the lip piercing glinting in the dim candlelight. His neck tattoo—Only Mine, 👑—burned itself into Taehyung’s vision.

“You’re the devil himself…” Taehyung hissed. His voice shook, but his eyes—his eyes carried a fire that jk adored.

jk tilted his head, his long hair brushing his jaw as he chuckled low. “Devil? No, angel. I’m far worse. I don’t punish sins…” He leaned closer, his breath grazing Taehyung’s ear, “…I own them.”

A shiver bolted down Taehyung’s spine. He tried to push Victor away, but the man’s grip was iron, unyielding, suffocating. The candles flickered violently as though even fire feared jk touch.

“Let me go…” Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking, betraying his strength.

jk smirk deepened. His tattooed hand traced along Taehyung’s jawline, his thumb brushing the corner of his lips. “Oh, pretty one, you’ll beg me to never let you go.”

Taehyung’s pulse pounded in his ears. Every word, every breath from jk pulled him into a pit of sin he swore he wouldn’t fall into. Yet, the more he resisted, the more intoxicating jk became.

jk bent lower, his lips brushing Taehyung’s neck but not touching, only teasing the heat of his skin. “Say my name, Taehyung. Say it, and I’ll show you the kind of hell people dream of.”

The devil’s whisper wasn’t a promise. It was a chain.

And Taehyung realized—he wasn’t just trapped in Jungkook world.

He was already sinking.

The end

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