My Angel Tainted By Blood
The Alley Encounter
The rain pelted Seoul’s underbelly like a thousand tiny bullets, turning the neon-lit alleys into a slick, glowing maze.
The air stank of wet asphalt and cheap liquor, the kind of night where trouble didn’t just knock.. it kicked the fucking door down.
In a narrow alley off Gangnam’s shadiest strip, Kim Taehyung, known to the underworld as Mafia Kim, stood over a crumpled body, his knuckles dripping crimson.
The man at his feet.. a lowlife dealer who’d skimmed off the syndicate’s profits.. groaned once before going silent.
Taehyung’s tailored black coat clung to his broad shoulders, soaked from the downpour, but his sharp jaw and piercing eyes burned with a fire no rain could douse.
Kim Taehyung
FCKING IDIOT..
Taehyung muttered, wiping his bloodied fist on the dealer’s jacket. His deep voice cut through the rain’s hiss, low and dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
Thought you could steal from me and walk away?
He kicked the body once, hard, then turned to his right-hand man, Jimin, leaning against a dumpster with a cigarette glowing between his lips.
Kim Taehyung
Clean this shit up..
Taehyung ordered, his breath visible in the cold.
Jimin flicked ash, smirking.
Park Jimin
You’re a messy ba$tard tonight, boss. What’s got you so pissed?
Taehyung didn’t answer, just adjusted his cufflinks, the silver glinting under a flickering neon sign advertising Soju Dreams. Truth was, he didn’t know why his blood was boiling more than usual.
Maybe it was the traitor’s smug grin before Taehyung’s fist met his face.
Maybe it was the weight of the empire on his shoulders, every deal, every hit, staining his hands redder. He was Young Master Kim, the mafia’s untouchable king, but fck if it didn’t feel like the blood was drowning him.
A sharp cry snapped him out of it. Down the alley, past a pile of soggy cardboard, three figures loomed over a smaller one, their laughter cruel. Taehyung’s eyes narrowed.
Kim Taehyung
The hell’s that?
Jimin exhaled smoke, squinting.
Park Jimin
Some poor fcker is getting jumped. Not our problem.
But Taehyung was already moving, his boots splashing through puddles. Something about the scene.. the small figure’s trembling shoulders, the way they curled in.. hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn’t do hero shit, but his legs carried him forward anyway.
Jimin hissed, jogging after him.
Park Jimin
We got enough heat tonight!
Taehyung growled, his hand brushing the gun holstered under his coat.
In the dim glow of a broken streetlamp, Jeon Jungkook was cornered, his back pressed against a graffiti-stained wall.
Kim Taehyung
*Damn.. Beautiful.* (His heart backflipped)
The 21-year-old orphan clutched a tattered satchel, his doe eyes wide with fear but glinting with defiance.
His threadbare hoodie was soaked, dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his breath hitched as one of the muggers.. a greasy thug with a switchblade.. stepped closer.
Nakoa
Hand over the bag, pretty boy..
the thug sneered, twirling the blade.
Nakoa
Or I’ll carve that cute face up.
Jungkook’s voice shook but held firm.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s just sketches. Nothing worth stealing.
The second mugger, a bald brute, laughed.
Cleon
Then you won’t mind us taking a look, huh?
He grabbed Jungkook’s arm, yanking him forward. Jungkook stumbled, his satchel slipping, but he swung a fist, catching the brute’s jaw.
Jeon Jungkook
L-leave me.. Please! 🥺
Jungkook spat, his voice cracking. The third mugger lunged, pinning him, and Jungkook’s knees buckled, fear overtaking his bravado.
A low, menacing voice cut through the chaos.
Kim Taehyung
Get your fcking hands off him.
The muggers froze as Taehyung stepped into the light, his silhouette towering, blood still dripping from his knuckles. Jimin lingered behind, muttering..
Park Jimin
Goddamn it, Tae, you’re gonna start a war over this?
The bald brute scoffed, sizing Taehyung up.
Cleon
Who the hell are you, pretty boy’s knight?
Taehyung’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
Kim Taehyung
Young Master Kim. And you’re fcking dead.
The name hit like a thunderclap. The muggers paled, the switchblade clattering to the ground. Everyone in Seoul’s underbelly knew Young Master Kim.. ruthless, untouchable, his hands tainted with more blood than the Han River. The third mugger stammered..
Bourne
W-We didn’t know he was yours!
Taehyung said, stepping closer, his eyes locked on Jungkook’s trembling form.
Kim Taehyung
But you touched him. Big fcking mistake.
Before they could bolt, Taehyung moved like a predator. He grabbed the bald brute by the collar, slamming him into the wall so hard the brick cracked. His fist connected with a sickening crunch, blood spraying. The second mugger swung a pipe, but Taehyung dodged, his gun out in a flash, pressing it to the man’s temple.
Kim Taehyung
Wanna die tonight? (he growled)
The thug dropped to his knees, begging. The first mugger ran, but Jimin tackled him, cursing..
Park Jimin
Where are you going @ssh0le?
Jungkook watched, frozen, his heart pounding. The man before him was a storm.. violent, terrifying, yet… magnetic. Taehyung’s dark hair fell into his eyes as he turned, his gaze softening just a fraction as it landed on Jungkook.
Kim Taehyung
Fck, kid, you’re shaking like a leaf..
Taehyung said, his voice low, almost gentle. He stepped closer, holstering his gun.
Kim Taehyung
Stay behind me, yeah?
Jungkook nodded, clutching his satchel, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s bloodied hands.
Jeon Jungkook
W-Who are you? (he whispered, voice barely audible over the rain)
Taehyung tilted his head, studying the boy.. small, soaked, with eyes too big and too fcking pure for this shithole of a city. Something twisted in his chest, a feeling he didn’t recognize.
Kim Taehyung
Someone you shouldn’t be near..
he said, but his tone lacked its usual edge.
Kim Taehyung
You got a name?
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook.. (he mumbled, shivering)
Jeon Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook. (voice soft like petals)
Taehyung’s lips twitched, almost a smile.
Kim Taehyung
Alright, Jungkook. Get the fck outta here before more trouble finds you.
But Jungkook didn’t move, his gaze flickering to Taehyung’s hands, then his face.
Jeon Jungkook
You… you saved me.. (he said, his voice soft but steady)
Taehyung froze. Why? He didn’t fcking know. He should’ve walked away, left this kid to fend for himself. But those eyes.. scared yet defiant, like a star in this goddamn darkness.. had him rooted.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t ask stupid questions.. (he snapped, turning away)
Jungkook hesitated, then stepped closer, his sneakers splashing in a puddle.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re hurt..
he said, pointing at a cut on Taehyung’s cheek, blood mixing with rain.
Taehyung touched his face, surprised.
Kim Taehyung
It’s nothing..
he muttered, but Jungkook’s concern.. fck, it was doing something to him. He shook it off, glaring.
Kim Taehyung
I said go, kid. (said coldy)
Jungkook bit his lip, then pulled a crumpled tissue from his satchel, holding it out.
Jeon Jungkook
At least… clean it. Please. 🥺
Taehyung stared at the tissue, then at Jungkook, his heart thudding in a way it hadn’t in years.
Kim Taehyung
You’re a weird one, Angel..
he said, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it. He took the tissue, their fingers brushing, and Jungkook’s cheeks flushed despite the cold.
Jimin, dragging the unconscious mugger, snorted.
Park Jimin
Angel? Sh!t, Tae, you’re already soft for him.
Kim Taehyung
Shut the fck up..
Taehyung growled, but his eyes stayed on Jungkook, who was backing away, clutching his satchel like a lifeline.
Jeon Jungkook
Thank you.. (softly)
Jungkook whispered, then turned, disappearing into the rain.
Taehyung stood there, the tissue crumpled in his fist, blood and rain dripping to the ground.
he murmured, testing the name. His chest ached, a dangerous feeling stirring. He didn’t know it yet, but that trembling boy was about to turn his blood-soaked world upside down.
Jimin lit another cigarette, smirking.
Park Jimin
You’re fcked, boss. That kid’s trouble.
Taehyung didn’t reply, his gaze fixed on the alley’s end. Trouble? Maybe. But for the first time, he didn’t mind the mess.
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2025-07-22
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