Property of No One
The sun hadn’t even bothered to rise yet.
Taehyung stood on the rooftop of an old warehouse, hoodie flapping in the early morning breeze, cigarette pressed between his lips. He hated the quiet. It made the noise in his head louder.
Below, the city breathed like a sleeping beast—cars growled faintly, neon lights still blinked, and sirens sang in the distance like lullabies for the damned.
He turned. Hoseok—his right hand, his brother-in-crime, and the only person allowed within touching distance of his trauma—came jogging up the metal stairs, grinning like the world wasn’t made of ash and lies.
Hosoek
You're bleeding again.
(Hoseok said, nodding at Taehyung’s side.)
Kim Taehyung
Not dead though.
( Taehyung muttered, taking a final drag and flicking the butt into the wind.)
Kim Taehyung
I should get paid.
Hosoek
(Hoseok sighed.)
You always act like you're invincible. One of these days, Tae, you're gonna—
Kim Taehyung
What?
(Taehyung cut in, eyes sharp.)
Break? Fall apart? Cry? Maybe start sucking my thumb?
Hoseok flinched. Taehyung didn’t mean it. Well, he did, but only to build walls faster than anyone could climb them.
Hosoek
…Forget it.
(Hoseok muttered.)
The Kang crew pulled back. You made your point.
Kim Taehyung
Damn right I did.
(Taehyung pulled on his gloves.)
Anyone messes with my street, they bleed. Simple.
Hosoek
(Hoseok hesitated.)
There’s… talk. About someone watching you.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung's eyes narrowed.)
Who?
Hosoek
Black car. Tinted windows. Expensive. Parked a block from the alley after your fight.
Taehyung remembered him instantly—Jeon Jungkook. That stupid perfect face. The way he had stared at him like he was prey—and a prize.
Kim Taehyung
He said he liked me.
(Taehyung muttered, mostly to himself.)
Freak.
Hosoek
You think he’s mafia?
(Hoseok asked.)
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung smirked.)
Only mafia wears a five-thousand-dollar watch to a knife party.
Hosoek
Should we be worried?
Kim Taehyung
Only if he tries to touch me.
(Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave.)
Then we burn his empire down.
Elsewhere in a luxury apartment.
Jungkook stood shirtless, towel hanging off his hip as he stared at the monitor.
On screen: Taehyung, climbing off a rooftop, looking tired and gorgeous and way too alive for someone who played with death daily.
Jeon Jungkook
Zoom in.
(Jungkook said.)
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi, sitting at the computer, sighed.)
You’re obsessed.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook didn’t deny it.)
He’s fascinating.
Yoongi(Suga)
He’s unstable.
(Yoongi corrected.)
Yoongi(Suga)
Got arrested twice for assault before age fifteen. No known family. Runs a small gang of nobodies and manages to keep his turf clean of drugs, human trade, and big mafia hands. It’s why the others want him gone.
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t want him gone.
(Jungkook murmured.)
Yoongi(Suga)
I know.
( Yoongi said dryly.)
You want him chained to your bed.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook tilted his head.)
I’d let him out… sometimes.
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose.)
This is bad, Kook. You’ve got five rival syndicates crawling into Seoul like roaches, and instead of focusing, you're stalking a punk with trust issues and a death wish.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t talk about him like that.
( Jungkook said, voice suddenly ice.)
Jeon Jungkook
(After a beat, Jungkook said.)
I don’t want him for fun. I want him because I see him.
Yoongi(Suga)
(Yoongi blinked.)
You barely spoke to him.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook smiled faintly.)
I didn’t need to.
Taehyung sat in a grungy club, drink untouched. Music pulsed, bodies danced, but his eyes were fixed on the door. He had a feeling.
Sure enough, at exactly 11:23 PM, the doors opened and in walked Jeon Jungkook.
Black shirt. Chain around his neck. Cold gaze scanning the room until it landed—straight on Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung
Oh, hell no.
( Taehyung muttered, standing up.)
Jungkook walked toward him slowly, like he owned every inch of the room.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung crossed his arms.)
Following me now? Tacky.
Jeon Jungkook
I prefer protecting.
( Jungkook said smoothly.)
Kim Taehyung
From what? The strobe lights?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook tilted his head, eyes hungry.)
From everything that isn't me.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung barked a laugh.)
You're insane.
Jeon Jungkook
And you’re pretending not to like it.
Jungkook reached for Taehyung’s wrist.
Instantly, Taehyung twisted his arm and slammed him against the wall.
The club’s bass kept thumping.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung leaned in close, their lips almost touching.)
Touch me again without permission, and I’ll carve your name into my blade.
Jungkook’s breathing quickened—but not in fear.
Jeon Jungkook
Fine.
( he said softly.)
Permission, then?
*Sigh*...*this puppy in love *
Taehyung blinked. He hadn’t expected that.
His chest tightened, and for half a second—just half—his vision blurred, the lights too bright, the music too loud, the pressure on his skin too much—
Kim Taehyung
Back off.
(he snapped, yanking his hand back.)
He stumbled, his balance wavering for a second as his mind screamed no, not now, not in front of him—
Jungkook caught his wrist again—but gently this time.
Taehyung looked up, lips parted, breath shaky.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s voice softened.)
Tae…?
That nickname.
Taehyung’s walls cracked. For a breath.
But he shoved Jungkook’s hand away and stepped back, mask slamming into place.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not yours.
( he hissed.)
Not your pet. Not your obsession. Get it through your perfect skull.
Jungkook didn’t flinch. He stared, eyes full of something unreadable.
Then he nodded.
Seokjin
(Seokjin lit a cigarette and spoke into his earpiece.)
The boss is losing his mind.
Jimin
(Jimin’s voice crackled back.)
Taehyung, huh?
Seokjin
Yep. Our little alley devil just triggered Jungkook’s full-blown possessive freak mode.
Jimin
How long until he makes a move?
Seokjin
(Jin exhaled smoke.)
I give it a week.
Seokjin
Before he decides if he wants to own Taehyung… or burn the world down for him.
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