My Angel Tainted By Blood
First Sparks
The Sanctuary’s warm glow felt like a lie against the cold steel in Taehyung’s hands. The safehouse, with its fairy lights and worn couch, was a haven from Seoul’s blood-soaked streets, but tonight it doubled as a training ground.
Kim Taehyung, Young Master Kim, stood in the basement’s makeshift range, a 9mm pistol glinting under the fluorescent lights. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms scarred from years of fights.
His sharp jaw was set, his eyes fixed on Jeon Jungkook, who stood a few feet away, looking like a deer caught in a fcking storm.
Jungkook’s oversized hoodie hung off his slim frame, his doe eyes wide as he stared at the gun Taehyung held out.
His satchel sat on a nearby crate, his sketchbook poking out, a reminder of the soft world he belonged to.. not this one, not Taehyung’s, where blood and bullets were currency.
But after Min-ho’s latest threat.. a coded message slipped under the Crimson Den’s door, promising “a reckoning”.. Taehyung wasn’t taking chances. Jungkook needed to learn to protect himself, even if the thought of those delicate hands holding a gun twisted something in Taehyung’s chest.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re not serious..
Jungkook said, his voice a mix of nerves and defiance. He crossed his arms, his sneakers scuffing the concrete.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not shooting that thing..
Taehyung’s lips twitched, a smirk fighting its way out.
Kim Taehyung
Oh, you are, Angel..
he said, his deep voice low and commanding.
Kim Taehyung
This world’ll eat you alive if you don’t learn.. Take it..
He thru$t the pistol toward Jungkook, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Jungkook hesitated, his fingers twitching. He’d been with Taehyung for days now, sleeping in the Sanctuary, eating with the Inner Circle, their foul-mouthed banter making him feel oddly at home.
But this.. holding a weapon, stepping deeper into Taehyung’s blood-tainted world.. felt like crossing a line. He glanced at Taehyung, whose dark eyes held a strange mix of hardness and… worry? For him?
Swallowing hard, Jungkook took the gun, its weight foreign and heavy in his hands.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s… cold.. (he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he fumbled with the grip)
Taehyung stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, all heat and leather and that sharp cologne that made Jungkook’s head spin.
Kim Taehyung
It’s supposed to be.. (he said, his voice softer now)
Kim Taehyung
Hold it like this..
He moved behind Jungkook, his chest brushing the boy’s back as he adjusted his stance. Taehyung’s hands, rough and calloused, covered Jungkook’s, guiding his fingers into place. The touch was firm but careful, and Jungkook’s breath hitched, his face burning red.
Kim Taehyung
Fck, Angel, you’re shaking..
Taehyung muttered, his breath warm against Jungkook’s ear.
Kim Taehyung
Relax.. I got you..
Jungkook’s blush deepened, his heart hammering. Taehyung’s hands were steady, grounding, but the closeness.. the way Taehyung’s fingers lingered, brushing his knuckles.. sent sparks skittering through him.
Jeon Jungkook
I-I’m trying..
he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
It’s just… you’re really close..
Taehyung chuckled, a low, rough sound that made Jungkook’s stomach flip.
Kim Taehyung
Good.. Means you’re paying attention..
He stepped back, leaving Jungkook’s skin tingling, and pointed at the target.. a battered mannequin at the end of the range.
Kim Taehyung
Aim for the chest.. Deep breath, pull the trigger slow..
Jungkook nodded, his hands trembling as he raised the gun. His eyes flicked to Taehyung, who stood with his arms crossed, watching like a predator sizing up its prey or its partner.
Jungkook’s mind flashed to the alley, Taehyung’s bloodied fists, the way he’d called him “Angel” like it was a prayer. He squeezed the trigger, the gunshot echoing like thunder. The bullet missed, pinging off the wall.
Jeon Jungkook
Oh No.. (Jungkook muttered, his shoulders slumping)
Jeon Jungkook
I’m terrible at this.. 🥺
Taehyung laughed, genuine and warm, the sound startling them both.
Kim Taehyung
You’re not terrible, you’re just green as fck..
He stepped forward again, his hands finding Jungkook’s wrists, guiding the gun back up.
Kim Taehyung
Loosen up. You’re holding it like it’s gonna bite you..
Their hands brushed again, Taehyung’s fingers lingering longer than necessary, and Jungkook’s blush spread to his ears.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re distracting me.. (he mumbled, his voice shy but with a hint of defiance)
Taehyung’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting.
Kim Taehyung
Focus, Angel, or we’re screwed..
he growled, but there was no real bite in it. His hands stayed on Jungkook’s, steadying him, and for a moment, the Sanctuary’s cold basement felt like the only place in the world.
Kim Taehyung
Try again.. You got this..
Jungkook took a shaky breath, his eyes locking on the target. Taehyung’s warmth at his back, the weight of his hands, made him feel… safe, even with a gun in his grip. He fired again, the bullet clipping the mannequin’s shoulder. Not perfect, but better.
Taehyung said, his voice low and proud.
Kim Taehyung
That’s my Angel..
Jungkook turned, his face still flushed, a small smile breaking through.
Jeon Jungkook
I did okay? (he asked, his voice soft, hopeful)
Taehyung’s gaze softened, his hand lingering on Jungkook’s wrist.
Kim Taehyung
Better than okay.. (he said, his voice quieter now, almost tender)
Kim Taehyung
You’re a quick learner..
The air between them crackled, heavy with something unspoken. Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Taehyung’s lips, then away, his heart racing. Taehyung’s hand tightened briefly, then dropped, as if he’d caught himself.
Kim Taehyung
Enough for tonight.. (he said, stepping back, his voice gruff again)
Kim Taehyung
Don’t want you shooting my a$$ by accident..
Jungkook giggled, the sound light and unexpected, cutting through the tension.
Jeon Jungkook
I wouldn’t.. (he said, setting the gun down carefully)
Jeon Jungkook
You’re too… interesting to shoot.. (said shyly)
Taehyung raised a brow, leaning against the wall.
Kim Taehyung
Interesting, huh? Keep talking like that, Angel, and you’ll see how interesting I can be..
His tone was teasing, but his eyes held a heat that made Jungkook’s breath catch.
Before Jungkook could respond, the elevator whirred, and Jimin’s voice echoed down.
Park Jimin
Yo, boss! You done playing teacher? Namjoon’s got intel on Min-ho’s next move, and it’s fvking bad..
Taehyung’s demeanor shifted, the mafia king snapping back.
Kim Taehyung
On my way.. (he called, then turned to Jungkook, his voice low)
Kim Taehyung
Stay here, Angel. Don’t touch the gun without me..
Jungkook nodded, his fingers brushing his wrist where Taehyung’s hand had been.
Jeon Jungkook
Be careful..
He said softly, his eyes full of that quiet strength that kept catching Taehyung off guard.
Taehyung paused at the elevator, looking back.
He lied, his heart pounding. The kid was already under his skin, a light in his blood-tainted world. As the elevator doors closed, Taehyung’s hand flexed, the ghost of Jungkook’s touch burning hotter than any bullet.
Upstairs, Jimin smirked, catching Taehyung’s distracted look.
Park Jimin
You’re so fcked, boss.. That kid’s got you wrapped around his little finger..
Kim Taehyung
Shut the hell up, Jimin..
Taehyung growled, but his lips twitched, betraying him. Jungkook was trouble, alright.. but the kind Taehyung might just die for.
Author P¿nda
Ah.. The scene is just hurting my skin.. Damn..
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