Kaleidoscope of Hearts [Taekook]
H.P.T¹
The city never slept, not when Jeon Jungkook was awake.
His name alone sent shivers down spines, whispered in bars, in alleys, in boardrooms. The mafia boss was more feared than loved—no one dared to cross him, let alone meet his eyes. Even his father, the man who had once ruled an empire, lowered his gaze in Jungkook’s presence.
Tonight was no different. Jungkook’s black car rolled to a stop outside a convenience store, not because he needed anything, but because his men had spotted a potential informant nearby. The world seemed to freeze whenever he stepped out: tall, dark suit perfectly tailored, the gleam of power radiating off him like a weapon. People scattered from his path, whispering and trembling.
He leaned against the hood of his black car, cigarette between his fingers, his men stationed at a distance. Tonight’s business was bloody, quick, and done. But for some reason, Jungkook wasn’t ready to leave.
Under the silver glow of a lone streetlamp, a boy was moving along the empty road, completely lost in his own world. His laughter carried softly through the night, light and unbothered, as if danger didn’t exist. He spun clumsily, his school blazer slipping off his shoulder, then stretched his arms wide as if he were flying.
Everyone knew of him, of course—gossip papers sometimes printed his pictures, always talking about his beauty, his lineage, his charms. But Jungkook had never cared for such things. Until now.
The boy wasn’t putting on a show for anyone; he was simply… alive. Free in a way Jungkook had never been. The mafia boss had built his world on fear, silence, and blood.
Jungkook’s cigarette burned down to the filter, forgotten in his hand.
He forgot his men.
He forgot the deal he had just sealed with blood.
He forgot everything—except the boy twirling under the moon.
His chest tightened strangely. It wasn’t lust, not just fascination—it was pull. A magnetic, unstoppable force dragging him closer even as he stood still.
One of his men approached carefully, unsure why Jungkook hadn’t moved.
But Jungkook didn’t answer. His gaze never wavered.
When the boy laughed again, head tilted back, Jungkook swore the sound carved itself into his memory. The cruel, feared mafia boss—the man no one dared defy—stood there utterly entranced.
For the first time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t in control.
The night belonged to the boy of street.
it's a Birthday of 28 years old kookie.
H.P.T²
The ride back to the Jeon estate was silent. His men knew better than to disturb their boss when his expression was unreadable. Jeon Jungkook sat in the back seat, head leaned against the window, but his mind wasn’t on the passing city lights or tonight’s bloody business.
That boy laughing in the middle of the road as though the world was his stage. The way his hair had glowed under the streetlight. The way he smiled like he wasn’t chained by anything.
Jungkook had seen countless faces—terrified faces, greedy faces, lifeless faces. But never that. Never someone who lived as though they owed nothing to fear.
His right-hand man finally broke the silence, carefully.
Min Yoongi
You seem… distracted.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. Distracted? That wasn’t a word people dared use around him. But he didn’t snap this time. Instead, he spoke low, his voice carrying the kind of authority that made men tremble.
The car went still. The subordinates exchanged quick looks through the rearview mirror but didn’t dare question.
Min Yoongi
Find who, Boss?
Jungkook leaned forward, his dark eyes sharp but with a flicker of something new.
Jeon Jungkook
The boy I just saw. Midnight. Street near Gangnam convenience store. School uniform. Brown hair.
His men nodded rapidly, memorizing every detail.
Jeon Jungkook
I want everything.
Jungkook continued, his tone cold yet oddly intent.
Jeon Jungkook
Name. Family. Where he lives. Who he talks to. His schedule. His weaknesses.
His voice dropped to a near growl.
There was no argument, no hesitation. His men knew if Jeon Jungkook wanted someone’s details, they’d have it by sunrise.
But inside Jungkook, there was no calculation of business advantage or enemy strategy this time. This wasn’t about eliminating a threat.
It was about knowing him.
The thought alone made Jungkook’s lips curl into the faintest smirk, dangerous and rare. The same man who ruled empires with iron fists was now haunted by the image of a boy who didn’t even know he was being watched.
Min Yoongi
Consider it's done boss.
Jungkook leaned back again, shadows cutting across his sharp features. He closed his eyes briefly, and there it was again—the boy’s laugh echoing like a melody he couldn’t escape.
For the first time in years, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t hunting for power.
He was hunting for a name.
H.P.T³
The moonlight followed Taehyung all the way home, his laughter still lingering in the quiet streets. He felt light, almost glowing, after that midnight dance. To him, it was nothing—just a way to shake off the stress of schoolwork, to breathe freely where no one could see.
But as soon as he pushed open the grand mahogany doors of the Kim estate, the atmosphere changed.
His father, Kim Namjoon, was standing in the foyer, suit jacket still on though it was long past office hours. His mother, Kim Seokjin, stood beside him, worry written across her delicate features.
Taehyung froze mid-step, holding his bag awkwardly.
Kim Namjoon
Do you know what time it is?
Namjoon’s voice was low but stern.
Kim Namjoon
You promised to be home earlier.
Taehyung offered a sheepish smile.
Kim Taehyung
I know, Appa. I just had some university work… it took longer than I expected.
Seokjin sighed, moving forward to brush his son’s hair back affectionately.
Kim Seokjin
We are worried about you Tae, don't do this again.
Namjoon nodded, his brows furrowed.
Kim Namjoon
Next time, call the driver. Or at least message us. Don’t make us worry like this.
Taehyung’s heart warmed despite the scolding.
Kim Taehyung
Okay appa, I will be careful.
From the staircase, another voice cut in—sharp, tinged with bitterness.
Kim Jennie
Of course you will.
Kim Jennie muttered, leaning against the railing with crossed arms. Her expression was twisted in thinly veiled disgust.
Kim Jennie
Because heaven forbid our precious omega prince gets into trouble. If it were me, you wouldn’t even notice I was late.
Seokjin’s voice carried a warning, but his daughter only rolled her eyes dramatically.
Kim Jennie
It’s true, though.
She said, her gaze flickering to her brother.
Kim Jennie
You coddle him like glass. Just because he’s an omega.
Taehyung shifted uncomfortably, guilt prickling beneath his skin. He never asked for the extra care, yet it always seemed to create cracks in his relationship with his sister.
Namjoon’s voice hardened.
Kim Namjoon
Enough. Taehyung is younger, and it’s our duty to protect him.
Jennie’s lips curled into a smirk.
Kim Jennie
No, Father. It’s your duty to play favorites. Don’t worry. I’m used to it.
With that, she stormed upstairs, leaving a tense silence behind.
Namjoon placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
Kim Namjoon
Go rest, Taehyung. Tomorrow’s another long day. Just… no more late nights, alright?
Taehyung nodded obediently, managing a small smirk before heading upstairs to his room.
He didn’t know, as he curled beneath his blankets, that somewhere else in the city, Jeon Jungkook was already plotting ways to claim him.
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