A VOW OF THORNS ~ (Taekook)
An Alliance ~ ¹
Jeon Jungkook ~
Burn them down! ** Coldly **
Just by words the whole ground filled with blood. The sound of gunfire never rattled Jeon Jungkook. He had grown up with it, the echo of bullets replacing lullabies, the taste of blood more familiar than warmth.
At twenty-seven, he ruled half the city’s underworld with the precision of a surgeon and the heart of a ghost. His empire was built on silence, fear, and ruthlessness—qualities he wore like a second skin.
Tonight, the mansion was quiet. Too quiet.
Jungkook stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, staring at the glittering skyline that bowed to his power and behind him, his lieutenants lingered in tense silence, awaiting orders. The rumors were true : his enemies were multiplying, alliances fracturing, and his aunt and uncle whispering treachery like snakes in the grass.
Kim Namjoon | Jungkook's right hand |
Another shipment seized. Two of our men dead.
Namjoon, his right hand, reported flatly. Jungkook didn’t flinch. Death was currency : Lives were expendable. But the pattern was troubling—his enemies weren’t simply taking shots in the dark. They were closing in.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Find the rat, And make an example of him. ** said darkly, and voice sharp as glass **
His men scattered like shadows, leaving him alone in the cavernous room. Jungkook pressed his fingers against the scar at his jaw, the only visible reminder of the night his childhood ended.
He was Fourteen years old, his parents gunned down in front of him by faceless men. Since then, grief had calcified into stone, and that stone had become his empire.
Love, family, softness—he had no use for them.
And weaknesses got you killed.
Jungkook was in thoughts suddenly a soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
Jungkook turned, expecting Namjoon’s return, but instead it was Jisoo, his lawyer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She carried a folder, her expression tight.
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
There’s… a matter you need to consider.
Jeon Jungkook ~
** Arched a brow **
Jeon Jungkook ~
If it isn’t blood or money, it isn’t my concern.
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
This is both. ** Said carefully, sliding the folder across his desk **
Jeon Jungkook ~
Speak out. ** Coldly **
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
A proposal. A marriage arrangement. Strategic.
Jungkook let out a humorless laugh. Marriage..? The very word tasted absurd on his tongue. He had no time for vows, no patience for love. But as he skimmed the documents, his amusement faded.
It wasn’t an heiress from a rival syndicate or a powerful politician’s daughter. It was something stranger. Smaller. Pathetic, even.
A name : Kim Taehyung. Twenty years old. Son of Li Jun, a drunk and a gambler deep in debt.
There was no photo other than the boy information. Jungkook looked up, eyes narrowing.
Jeon Jungkook ~
You’re joking? ** Coldly **
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
I’m not.
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
Li Jun offers his son in exchange for clearing his debt.
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
More importantly, it places you in control of assets the rivals have been eyeing. It’s—
Jeon Jungkook ~
**Snapped coldly** A boy instead of an alliance. rubbish.
Kim Jisoo | Jungkook's Lawyer |
Yes. But it’s an opportunity. One your enemies won’t expect you to take.
For a long moment, Jungkook said nothing.
The thought of being shackled to a stranger made his skin crawl. And yet… in the world of shadows, unpredictability was power.
Jungkook closed the folder, his face unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Fine. ** Said coldly **
Jeon Jungkook ~
Bring me the boy.
Finally The Ghost King had spoken. their was nothing other than bored uninterested reaction on his face. Jisoo nodded and walked out of the room.
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Pawn ~ ²
Kim Taehyung sat at the edge of his bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at the peeling wallpaper of the room that never felt like home.
His father’s voice carried from downstairs— angry, slurred, the sound of glass shattering against the wall. The argument was with Juhyung again, his mistress of five years, who treated their house as if she owned it.
Kim Taehyung ~
**Close his eyes**
Taehyung remembered his mother's soft hands, her gentle humming voice when she brushed his hair. But his cruel fate cancer had taken his mother when he was fifteen.
His father had taken everything else. Now, at twenty, Taehyung was just… existing. Lonely, unwanted, desperate for even a shred of affection.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Taehyung! Get down here. ** Voice thundered up the stairs **
Taehyung moved automatically. His body-turn obeying while his mind begged to stay hidden. When he entered the living room, the smell of alcohol hit him first.
Li Jun was slouched on the couch, and Juhyung perched beside him with a smirk that made Taehyung’s stomach turn. Li jun eyes were glassy, but his grin was sharp.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Good news, boy. Your useless life’s about to have purpose.
Kim Taehyung ~
**Frowned** What are you talking about?
Li Jun lifted a slip of paper, shaking it triumphantly.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Your debt-ridden father just struck gold. The Jeon syndicate is wiping my slate clean. 😄😄
He had heard of the Jeon syndicate— I mean everyone had.
Whispers of the Ghost King. Jeon Jungkook the man colder than death itself. The stories of bodies vanishing in alleys, enemies burned alive, loyalty purchased in blood.
Kim Taehyung ~
And what does that have to do with me?
Taehyung asked quietly. Juhyung laughed, a high, cruel.
Kim Juhyung | Taehyung's step mom |
Everything, sweetheart. You’re the trade. 😏😏
Kim Taehyung ~
**The words sank slowly, like poison**
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Taehyung You’re marrying Jeon Jungkook. The mafia king himself.
The room tilted. Taehyung gripped the back of a chair to steady himself.
Married? To a stranger? Not just any stranger, but a monster in human form?
Kim Taehyung ~
No! **Whispered** You can’t do this.
Li Jun’s smile turned feral.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
I can. And I have.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Tomorrow, you’ll be in his mansion, wearing whatever clothes they give you, doing whatever he says.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Hell For once, you’ll be useful.
Juhyung leaned forward, eyes gleaming with cruelty.
Kim Juhyung | Taehyung's step mom |
Don’t don't be sad.
Kim Juhyung | Taehyung's step mom |
Maybe he’ll like your pretty face.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
Or maybe
Kim Juhyung | Taehyung's step mom |
He won’t kill you right away. 😏😏
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
** Brust into laugh **
Taehyung’s throat tightened tears about to flow. But he refused to cry in front of them. He had learned long ago that tears were wasted here.
Taehyung felt small, helpless, like a pawn moved across a chessboard without will of its own.
But somewhere deep inside, beneath the fear, a spark flickered.
Somehow, someway, he would.
Because if the Ghost King thought he was marrying a pawn, he might just learn that even pawns can checkmate a king.
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Unwanted ~ ³
The first time Taehyung saw Jeon Jungkook, he understood why people called him a ghost.
The man wasn’t just beautiful—he was unnervingly still, his presence cutting through the air like a blade.
Dressed in black, seated at the head of a long oak table, Jungkook’s sharp eyes tracked every movement in the room. Shadows seemed to cling to him, as though even the light was wary of touching him.
Li Jun shuffled forward, bowing so low his forehead nearly scraped the polished floor.
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
He's My son, Kim Taehyung.
He announced with mock pride, tugging Taehyung by the arm as though he were a prize goat.
Taehyung stiffened but kept his chin raised. He refused to let Jungkook see him broken, even as fear twisted inside him.
Jungkook’s gaze landed on him, cool and assessing, as though weighing the worth of a new weapon.
He didn’t speak right away—he let the silence grow heavy, suffocating. Then, his lips curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile.
Jeon Jungkook ~
This is what you bring me? A trembling boy instead of an alliance? ** Coldly **
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
He is… young, yes. But obedient. Beautiful. And mine to offer.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Beautiful?
Jungkook’s tone was mocking, though his eyes lingered a second too long on Taehyung’s face.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Obedience I can buy. Beauty fades. What else does he have? ** Coldly **
Taehyung’s heart pounded. He should stay quiet. His father expected him to. But the cruelty in Jungkook’s voice lit something reckless inside him.
Kim Taehyung ~
Maybe you should ask me. ** Said while his voice trembling but clear **
The room froze. Li Jun went pale. Jeon jungkook tilted his head, amused.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Bold. **Murmured glancing at taehyung**
Jeon Jungkook ~
Go on, then. Convince me why you’re worth sparing. ** Cold voice **
Taehyung’s throat was dry, but he forced the words to come out.
Kim Taehyung ~
I..I may not be an heiress or a politician’s child. But I’m not weak.
Kim Taehyung ~
I survived a father who forgot I existed.
Kim Taehyung ~
I survived being unwanted every day of my life.
Kim Taehyung ~
And If you think that makes me useless—fine. Kill me now. At least it will be honest.
The silence that followed was deafening. Namjoon, standing at Jungkook’s side, raised a brow in surprise. Even Li Jun gaped, horrified at his son’s defiance.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, studying Taehyung with new interest. The boy’s voice had cracked, but there had been steel beneath the fragility. Steel that shouldn’t exist in someone so breakable.
A slow smile ghosted across Jungkook’s face. It was dangerous, unsettling.
Jeon Jungkook ~
Interesting ~ ** Murmured
Jeon Jungkook ~
** Look at Li jun **
Jeon Jungkook ~
Leave him here. Go! ** Coldly **
Kim Li jun | Taehyung's dad |
But—
Jeon Jungkook ~
Now ** Coldly **
The single word dripped finality. Li Jun bowed frantically and fled, leaving Taehyung alone in the room with the Ghost King.
For a long moment, Jungkook said nothing. He simply stared, like a predator circling prey that dared to bare its teeth. but then he spoke, soft but sharp enough to cut.
Jeon Jungkook ~
You’ll marry me tomorrow... You’ll follow my rules ~ And if you cross me...? I will make sure your father had sold you to someone else! ** Coldly **
Taehyung’s pulse thundered, but he didn’t look away.
Jungkook smirk deep and dark in warning.
The war had begin but the only thing they both felt for each-other.
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