My Angel Tainted By Blood
The Inner Circle
The Crimson Den pulsed with life, a fortress disguised as a nightclub, its neon veins bleeding red and violet across Seoul’s underbelly.
Bass thumped through the walls, mixing with the clink of glasses and the low hum of deals struck in shadowed booths.
Kim Taehyung, Young Master Kim, stood at the heart of it, his tailored black suit cutting a lethal silhouette against the flickering lights. His hands, clean now but forever stained in his mind, rested in his pockets as he scanned the room.
The syndicate’s empire was his, built on blood and fear, but tonight, his eyes kept drifting to the boy trailing behind him.. Jeon Jungkook, clutching his satchel like a lifeline, his wide eyes drinking in the chaos.
Jungkook’s sneakers squeaked on the polished floor, his oversized hoodie making him look smaller in the Den’s predatory glow. He’d been in Taehyung’s world for barely a day, holed up in the Sanctuary, sketching and eating ramen under Taehyung’s watchful gaze. But tonight, Taehyung had insisted he see the real operation.
Kim Taehyung
You’re with me now, Angel..
he’d said, his deep voice both a promise and a warning.
Kim Taehyung
Time to meet the family..
Jungkook’s heart pounded, his fingers tightening on his satchel. Family? The word felt foreign, like a dream he’d stopped chasing after the orphanage spit him out.
He glanced at Taehyung, whose broad shoulders seemed to shield him from the Den’s danger. The mafia king’s presence was magnetic, but Jungkook couldn’t shake the image of those bloodied knuckles from the alley. Still, Taehyung’s “Angel” nickname, rough yet tender, kept echoing in his head, grounding him.
They pushed through a velvet curtain into a private room, the air thick with cigarette smoke and whiskey. Five men lounged around a low table littered with bottles and ashtrays, their laughter cutting off as Taehyung entered.
These were the Inner Circle.. Taehyung’s most trusted guards, each a weapon honed from different corners of the world. Jungkook froze, feeling their eyes lock onto him like hawks sizing up prey.
Jimin drawled, leaning back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His leather jacket glinted under the dim lights, his sly grin fixed on Jungkook.
Park Jimin
Boss, you’re fcked. He’s too cute for this sh!t..
Taehyung shot Jimin a glare that could’ve melted steel.
Kim Taehyung
Watch your mouth, Park..
he growled, but his hand brushed Jungkook’s back, guiding him forward.
Kim Taehyung
This is Jungkook. He’s with us now.
Jungkook’s cheeks burned, and he ducked his head, clutching his satchel tighter.
he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the Den’s distant bass.
The room erupted in laughter, not cruel but warm, like a pack of wolves welcoming a stray pup. Hoseok, a wiry man with a New York accent and a grin that lit up the room, hopped up, clapping Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jung Hoseok
Yo, kid, you look like you’re gonna bolt.. Chill, we don’t bite… much..
His eyes sparkled with mischief, but his touch was gentle.
Namjoon, the strategist, leaned forward, his glasses reflecting the light.
Kim Namjoon
So, you’re the one Tae’s been fussing over..
he said, his voice calm but probing.
Kim Namjoon
You must be something special to get him this worked up.
Taehyung scoffed, dropping onto a couch and pulling Jungkook down beside him.
Kim Taehyung
I don’t fuss, Joon. He’s a loose end, that’s all..
Yoongi muttered from the corner, his Tokyo drawl sharp as his sniper’s aim. He sipped his whiskey, his pale eyes flicking to Jungkook.
Min Yoongi
You don’t bring loose ends to the Den. Kid’s got you soft.
Taehyung’s jaw clenched, but before he could snap, Seokjin, the suave Parisian, stood, flashing a charming smile.
Kim Seokjin
Enough, you savages..
he said, his French accent smooth as silk..
Kim Seokjin
The boy’s clearly terrified. Let’s not scare him off on day one..
He slid a glass of water to Jungkook, winking.
Kim Seokjin
Welcome, petit. You hungry? I can whip up something better than Tae’s shitty ramen.
Jungkook’s lips twitched into a shy smile, his nerves easing..
Jeon Jungkook
I’m okay, thanks..
he said softly, his eyes darting to Taehyung, who was watching him with an intensity that made his stomach flip.
Jimin leaned forward, smirking..
Park Jimin
So, Jungkook, what’s the deal? You an artist or some shit? That satchel’s gotta be full of something other than snacks.
Jungkook hesitated, then pulled out his sketchbook, his fingers trembling.
he said, flipping it open to a sketch of the Sanctuary’s fairy lights. The guards leaned in, their tough facades softening as they studied the delicate lines.
Jung Hoseok
Damn.. (Hoseok whistled)
Jung Hoseok
Kid’s got talent. You drawing Tae’s ugly mug yet?
Jungkook’s blush deepened, and he flipped to a page he hadn’t meant to show.. a rough sketch of Taehyung from the Sanctuary, his sharp features softened by sleep. The room went quiet, then Jimin burst out laughing.
Park Jimin
Oh, fck, boss, he’s got you pinned! Look at that lovesick stare! 🤣
Taehyung grabbed the sketchbook, his eyes narrowing as he studied his own face.
Kim Taehyung
You’re obsessed, Angel..
he said, his voice low, teasing, but there was a warmth in it that made Jungkook’s heart race.
Jeon Jungkook
I-I’m not.. (Jungkook stammered, snatching the book back)
Jeon Jungkook
It’s just… you’re interesting.. (blushed)
Taehyung leaned closer, his breath warm against Jungkook’s ear.
Kim Taehyung
Careful, kid. Keep looking at me like that, and you’re gonna see how fûcking interesting I can be..
The guards hooted, Yoongi muttering..
Min Yoongi
Get a room, you two..
while Seokjin fanned himself dramatically. Jungkook’s face was a furnace, but he couldn’t look away from Taehyung’s eyes.. dark, dangerous, and something else. Something that felt like home.
Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the tension..
Kim Namjoon
Alright, lovebirds, let’s talk business. Min-ho’s been sniffing around our routes. Word is, he’s planning something big..
Taehyung’s demeanor shifted, the mafia king snapping back.
Kim Taehyung
That fcker’s got a death wish.. 😡
he growled, his hand instinctively resting on Jungkook’s knee, protective.
Kim Taehyung
What’s the word, Joon?
As Namjoon outlined intel.. a rival shipment, a possible ambush.. Jungkook listened, his heart sinking. This was Taehyung’s world: blood, power, betrayal. He glanced at Taehyung’s hand on his knee, clean but heavy with the ghost of violence. Yet the warmth of it, the way Taehyung’s thumb brushed his jeans, grounded him.
Kim Taehyung
You okay, Angel?
Taehyung asked quietly, noticing Jungkook’s silence. The guards were deep in debate, but Taehyung’s focus was on him.
Jungkook nodded, his voice soft.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s… a lot. But I’m not scared. Not with you..
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his eyes softening.
Kim Taehyung
Fck, you’re gonna kill me..
he muttered, squeezing Jungkook’s knee before turning back to the guards.
Kim Taehyung
Joon, set up surveillance. Hobi, Yoongi, check the docks. Jin, keep the Den locked down. No one gets near my Angel.
Jimin grinned, tossing Jungkook a wink.
Park Jimin
You’re one of us now, kid. Hope you’re ready for this shitshow.
Jungkook smiled, small but real, his fingers brushing Taehyung’s hand.
Jeon Jungkook
I think I am..
he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. As the guards dispersed, Taehyung stayed close, his gaze never leaving Jungkook. The boy was a light in his blood-tainted world, and Taehyung would burn the city down before letting it flicker out.
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