My Angel Tainted By Blood
The Offer
The slums of Seoul were a labyrinth of despair, where rusted tin roofs sagged under the weight of endless rain and the air reeked of mildew and desperation.
In a cramped shack tucked between crumbling buildings, Jeon Jungkook sat cross-legged on a threadbare mattress, his sketchbook balanced on his knees.
The pencil in his trembling hand scratched out the outline of a face.. sharp jaw, piercing eyes, blood dripping from a cut cheek. He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop drawing him. Young Master Kim.
The man who’d saved him last night, a storm of violence and power wrapped in a tailored coat. Jungkook’s heart still raced at the memory of those eyes, dark and dangerous, calling him “Angel” in a voice that felt like velvet and gravel.
A gust of wind rattled the shack’s flimsy door, and Jungkook flinched, his pencil skidding across the page. He hugged his hoodie tighter, the same one he’d worn in the alley, still damp from the rain.
His life was small.. odd jobs, stolen moments to draw, a constant ache for something more but last night had cracked it open. That man, Taehyung, was trouble. Jungkook knew it. So why did his chest tighten at the thought of him?
Outside, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the streets were alive with the hum of danger.
Kim Taehyung leaned against a graffiti-covered wall across from Jungkook’s shack, his black coat blending into the shadows.
His cigarette glowed faintly, smoke curling around his sharp features as he watched the shack’s flickering light. He shouldn’t be here. He was Young Master Kim, the fcking king of Seoul’s underworld, with blood on his hands and a syndicate to run.
Yet here he was, stalking some scrawny kid who’d seen too much. Jungkook could talk, could rat him out. Taehyung should’ve silenced him last night. But those doe eyes, wide with fear yet burning with defiance, had fcked him up. And that tissue.. crumpled in his pocket now, stained with his blood.. felt like a goddamn anchor.
Park Jimin
Boss, what the hell are we doing in this shith0le?
Jimin’s voice cut through the quiet, his boots splashing in a puddle as he joined Taehyung. His leather jacket was zipped tight, a knife glinting at his hip.
Park Jimin
You planning to adopt the kid or what?
Taehyung exhaled smoke, his eyes never leaving the shack.
Kim Taehyung
He saw me, Jimin. Can’t let that slide.
Jimin snorted, lighting his own cigarette.
Park Jimin
Bullsh!t. You could’ve ended him in that alley. You’re here ‘cause he got under your skin. Angel, my @ss.
Kim Taehyung
Watch your fcking mouth..
Taehyung snapped, but there was no heat in it. Jimin was right, and it pissed him off. He didn’t do soft. He didn’t do feelings. But Jungkook’s shaky “thank you” and that stupid tissue had lodged in his brain like a bullet.
Jimin smirked, blowing smoke.
Park Jimin
You’re screwed, Tae. Kid’s got you acting unwise.
Taehyung flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot.
he ordered, striding toward the shack. His heart thudded, a rare betrayal of his iron control. He didn’t knock.. Young Master Kim didn’t fcking knock. He pushed the door open, the creak echoing in the tiny space.
Jungkook yelped, his sketchbook tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to his feet.
Jeon Jungkook
W-What the…?
His eyes widened, taking in Taehyung’s towering frame filling the doorway. The mafia boss looked out of place in the cramped shack, his polished boots stark against the peeling linoleum. Jungkook’s gaze darted to Taehyung’s hands.. clean now, but the memory of blood lingered.
Taehyung said, his deep voice low, almost soothing, but laced with danger. He stepped inside, the door thudding shut behind him.
The room smelled of charcoal pencils and damp wood, and Taehyung’s eyes scanned the space.. a sagging mattress, a cracked mirror, a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.
Yet the walls were covered in sketches.. faces, cityscapes, dreams in black and white. His gaze landed on the open sketchbook at Jungkook’s feet, his own face staring back, blood and all.
Taehyung asked, tilting his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Jungkook’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he snatched the sketchbook, clutching it to his chest.
Jeon Jungkook
I-I didn’t mean.. it’s just…
He trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
Why are you here?
Taehyung leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. The cut on his cheek from last night was bandaged now, but his presence screamed power.. dark, untamed, and fcking terrifying.
Kim Taehyung
You saw sh!t you shouldn’t have, Jungkook..
he said, his tone clipped.
Kim Taehyung
That dealer I took out? He’s not the only one who’d kill to keep secrets. You talk, you’re dead.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on the sketchbook.
Jeon Jungkook
I won’t talk.. 🥺
he said, his voice shaking but firm.
Taehyung raised a brow, studying him. The kid was scared, his slim frame trembling, but those eyes.. fcck, they held a fire that didn’t belong in this slum.
Kim Taehyung
Swearing ain’t enough ..
Taehyung said, stepping closer, his boots heavy on the floor.
Kim Taehyung
You’re a loose end. I don’t like loose ends.
Jungkook swallowed, backing up until his knees hit the mattress.
Jeon Jungkook
Then why didn’t you… you know, last night?
His voice dropped, soft and curious.
Jeon Jungkook
You could’ve hurt me. But you didn’t.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched. The kid was too fcking perceptive. He should lie, say it was a whim, but the truth clawed at him. Jungkook’s innocence, his stupid courage, had stopped him cold.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t get cocky, Angel..
he growled, the nickname slipping out again.
Kim Taehyung
I’m not your savior.
Jungkook’s lips parted, a faint blush spreading at the name.
he murmured, his eyes dropping to Taehyung’s hands, then back up.
Jeon Jungkook
But you’re not… all bad. I can tell.
Taehyung laughed, a rough, bitter sound.
Kim Taehyung
You’re fcking naive, kid.. You know who I am? Young Master Kim.. The Mafia King of the underworld.. My hands are so red, they’ll never be clean..
Kim Taehyung
He held them up, palms out, as if to prove it, though the blood was gone.
Kim Taehyung
You stay in this shith0le, you’ll get eaten alive. I’m offering you protection. My world, my rules. In exchange, you keep your mouth shut.
Jungkook blinked, his brows furrowing.
Jeon Jungkook
Protection? Like… what, I work for you?
Kim Taehyung
Something like that..
Taehyung said, his voice softening despite himself.
Kim Taehyung
You stay close, I keep you safe. Simple.
Jungkook’s gaze flickered to the sketches on the walls, then back to Taehyung. His life was hard.. scraping by, dodging creeps like those muggers.. but it was his.
This man, this king, was offering a lifeline wrapped in chains. He should say no, run far from those blood-tainted hands. But something in Taehyung’s eyes.. a flicker of something raw, almost desperate.. made Jungkook’s heart stutter.
Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung’s smirk faded, his eyes locking onto Jungkook’s.
he admitted, and it was the most honest thing he’d said in years.
Kim Taehyung
But you’re not nobody. Not to me.
The words hung heavy, and Jungkook’s breath caught. He should be terrified, but instead, warmth bloomed in his chest. This man, this monster, looked at him like he was something.
Jungkook said, his voice steady now.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll come with you. I… I trust you.
Taehyung froze, the words hitting like a fcking freight train. Trust? In him? The man who’d just beaten a guy to death? His throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak.
Kim Taehyung
You’re fcking crazy, Angel..
he finally muttered, turning away to hide the way his hands shook.
Kim Taehyung
Pack your sh!t. We’re leaving..
Jungkook nodded, grabbing his satchel and a few pencils, his heart pounding. As he followed Taehyung into the rain, he glanced back at the shack.. his old life, small and broken. Ahead, Taehyung’s broad back cut through the drizzle, a shadow promising safety and danger in equal measure.
Outside, Jimin was waiting, his cigarette glowing. He took one look at Jungkook trailing Taehyung like a lost puppy and burst out laughing.
Park Jimin
Holy sh!t, boss, you’re keeping him? You’re so fcked.
Taehyung snapped, but his eyes flicked to Jungkook, softening.
As they disappeared into the neon haze, Jungkook clutched his sketchbook, Taehyung’s “Angel” echoing in his mind. He didn’t know it yet, but he’d just stepped into a world of blood and love, where the only thing keeping Taehyung sane was the trembling boy at his side.
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