My Angel Tainted By Blood The Sanctuary

The Seoul night was a beast, all snarling neon and restless shadows, but inside the black SUV cutting through its streets, a different kind of tension simmered.

Kim Taehyung, Young Master Kim, gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles still raw from last night’s bloodbath.

His dark eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where Jeon Jungkook sat in the backseat, clutching his tattered satchel like it was his only tether to the world.

The kid looked out of place.. small, soaked, his doe eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Taehyung’s chest tightened, a feeling he didn’t fcking need. What was he doing, dragging this innocent into his sh!tstorm of a life?

Jimin, sprawled in the passenger seat, broke the silence with a smirk.

Park Jimin

So, boss, you planning to keep the kid in your penthouse? Gonna be your new interior decorator or some sh!t?

Kim Taehyung

Fûck off, Jimin..

Taehyung growled, his deep voice vibrating through the car.

Kim Taehyung

He’s staying at the Sanctuary. Safer there.

Jimin chuckled, lighting a cigarette despite Taehyung’s glare.

Park Jimin

Safer? For him or for you? Kid’s got you acting like a damn puppy already.

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t take the bait. His mind was on Jungkook, who hadn’t spoken since they left the slums. The boy’s “I trust you” back at the shack had hit like a fcking bullet, and now here he was, following Taehyung into the lion’s den.

Stupid..

Brave..

Fcking beautiful..

He came out of his thoughts when Jungkook’s soft voice broke through.

Jeon Jungkook

Where’s… the Sanctuary?

He leaned forward, his hoodie sleeves too long, covering his hands. His eyes met Taehyung’s in the mirror, and Taehyung’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Kim Taehyung

Somewhere no one’ll find you..

Taehyung said, his tone gruff but softer than he meant.

Kim Taehyung

My safehouse. You’ll be fine, Angel.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed at the nickname, and he ducked his head, clutching his satchel tighter. Jimin snorted, muttering..

Park Jimin

Angel. Fcking hell, Tae.

The SUV pulled into an abandoned warehouse district, the kind of place where screams got swallowed by concrete.

Taehyung led Jungkook through a rusted side door, Jimin trailing with a duffel of gear. Inside, a hidden elevator hummed, descending to a basement level that opened into a world Jungkook never expected.

The Sanctuary was no penthouse, but it was a haven.. warm lights strung across exposed brick, a worn leather couch, a small kitchen with a mismatched table. Shelves held books and vinyl records, and a single window let in slivers of neon from the city above. It smelled of cedar and faintly of Taehyung’s cologne, sharp and intoxicating.

Jungkook stood frozen, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor.

Jeon Jungkook

This is… yours? (he asked, his voice barely above a whisper)

Taehyung shrugged, tossing his coat over a chair.

Kim Taehyung

Yeah.. Only place I can breathe without some assh0le trying to put a bullet in me.

He glanced at Jungkook, who was staring at the fairy lights like they were stars. Fck, the kid was too pure for this.

Jimin dropped the duffel, smirking.

Park Jimin

Welcome to paradise, kid. Don’t break anything.. (He clapped Taehyung’s shoulder)

Park Jimin

I’m out. Got cleanup from your little alley stunt. Don’t do anything stupid, boss.

Kim Taehyung

Get lost..

Taehyung muttered, but his eyes were on Jungkook, who was wandering the room, his fingers brushing a record sleeve. Jimin’s laugh echoed as the elevator whirred shut, leaving them alone.

The silence was heavy, awkward as hell. Taehyung leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Jungkook explore. The kid’s hoodie was too big, his hair still damp, and every step he took screamed vulnerability. Yet there was a quiet strength in the way he moved, like he was claiming the space despite his nerves.

Kim Taehyung

You hungry?

Taehyung asked, breaking the quiet. His voice was rough, but he was trying.. fck, he was trying not to scare the kid.

Jungkook turned, startled, his eyes wide.

Jeon Jungkook

Oh, um… I’m okay..

His stomach betrayed him, growling loud enough to echo. His face went red, and he hugged his satchel.

Jeon Jungkook

Maybe… a little..

Taehyung’s lips twitched, almost a smile.

Kim Taehyung

Sit your @ss down, Angel. I ain’t a chef, but I can manage something..

He rummaged through the fridge, pulling out instant ramen and a couple of beers. As he boiled water, Jungkook settled on the couch, opening his sketchbook with hesitant fingers.

Kim Taehyung

You always draw?

Taehyung called, glancing over his shoulder. The sight of Jungkook hunched over his sketches, pencil moving like it was an extension of him, did something to Taehyung’s chest. He shoved the feeling down.

Jeon Jungkook

Yeah.. (Jungkook said softly, not looking up)

Jeon Jungkook

It’s… how I make sense of things. The world’s messy, but this isn’t.

Taehyung snorted, stirring the ramen.

Kim Taehyung

Messy’s a fcking understatement.. (He paused, his hands stilling)

Kim Taehyung

What’d you draw in that slum shack? Saw my face in there.

Jungkook’s pencil froze, his cheeks burning.

Jeon Jungkook

I… you were just… intense. I couldn’t stop thinking about it..

He risked a glance, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s.

Jeon Jungkook

You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.

Taehyung’s heart thudded, and he turned away, cursing under his breath.

Kim Taehyung

Don’t go romanticizing me, kid. I’m a fcking monster. Blood’s all I know.

He poured the ramen into bowls, his hands steady despite the storm in his head.

Jungkook frowned, setting his sketchbook down.

Jeon Jungkook

You’re not a monster.. (he said, his voice quiet but firm)

Jeon Jungkook

You saved me. Monsters don’t do that..

Taehyung set a bowl in front of Jungkook, his eyes narrowing.

Kim Taehyung

You’re too damn trusting, Angel. That’ll get you k!lled in my world.

Jungkook took the bowl, his fingers brushing Taehyung’s. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through both of them.

Jeon Jungkook

Maybe.. (Jungkook said, his voice barely audible)

Jeon Jungkook

But I’m here, aren’t I?

Taehyung stared, his throat tight. The kid was right.. he was here, in the fcking Sanctuary, eating ramen with a mafia king who’d killed hours ago. Taehyung sat across from him, cracking open a beer.

Kim Taehyung

Eat, before it gets cold..

he muttered, but his eyes didn’t leave Jungkook’s face.

They ate in silence, the only sounds the clink of chopsticks and the distant hum of the city. Jungkook’s nerves eased, the warmth of the ramen and the Sanctuary’s cozy glow making him feel… safe.

He glanced at Taehyung, who was watching him with an unreadable expression, his beer untouched.

Jeon Jungkook

What? (Jungkook asked, wiping his mouth self-consciously)

Taehyung leaned back, his voice low.

Kim Taehyung

You’re drawing me again, aren’t you?

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his sketchbook, where he’d started outlining Taehyung’s face.. sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, that cut now scabbing over.

Jeon Jungkook

I… maybe.. (he admitted, his voice shy)

Jeon Jungkook

You’re kind of… hard to ignore..

Taehyung laughed, a rough, genuine sound that startled them both.

Kim Taehyung

Fck, Angel, you’re gonna be trouble..

He leaned forward, his gaze intense.

Kim Taehyung

Keep drawing.. But don’t make me look like a damn saint..

Jungkook smiled, small but real, his pencil moving again.

Jeon Jungkook

I draw what I see..

he said softly, his eyes flickering to Taehyung’s hands, clean now but heavy with the ghost of blood.

Jeon Jungkook

And I see… you.. (cheeks burned with shyness)

Taehyung’s breath caught, his fingers tightening around the beer can. He didn’t know what the fck this kid was doing to him, but for the first time in years, the Sanctuary felt like more than a hideout. It felt like a beginning.

As Jungkook sketched, his strokes careful and reverent, Taehyung watched, the weight of his blood-tainted world fading just a little. This boy.. this trembling, fearless Angel.. was already changing everything.

To be continued…

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