Kaleidoscope of Hearts [Taekook] H.P.T¹

Kookie birthday special.

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The city never slept, not when Jeon Jungkook was awake. His name alone sent shivers down spines, whispered in bars, in alleys, in boardrooms. The mafia boss was more feared than loved—no one dared to cross him, let alone meet his eyes. Even his father, the man who had once ruled an empire, lowered his gaze in Jungkook’s presence.

Tonight was no different. Jungkook’s black car rolled to a stop outside a convenience store, not because he needed anything, but because his men had spotted a potential informant nearby. The world seemed to freeze whenever he stepped out: tall, dark suit perfectly tailored, the gleam of power radiating off him like a weapon. People scattered from his path, whispering and trembling.

He leaned against the hood of his black car, cigarette between his fingers, his men stationed at a distance. Tonight’s business was bloody, quick, and done. But for some reason, Jungkook wasn’t ready to leave.

Then—he saw him.

Under the silver glow of a lone streetlamp, a boy was moving along the empty road, completely lost in his own world. His laughter carried softly through the night, light and unbothered, as if danger didn’t exist. He spun clumsily, his school blazer slipping off his shoulder, then stretched his arms wide as if he were flying.

Everyone knew of him, of course—gossip papers sometimes printed his pictures, always talking about his beauty, his lineage, his charms. But Jungkook had never cared for such things. Until now.

He couldn’t look away.

The boy wasn’t putting on a show for anyone; he was simply… alive. Free in a way Jungkook had never been. The mafia boss had built his world on fear, silence, and blood.

Jungkook’s cigarette burned down to the filter, forgotten in his hand. He forgot his men. He forgot the deal he had just sealed with blood. He forgot everything—except the boy twirling under the moon.

His chest tightened strangely. It wasn’t lust, not just fascination—it was pull. A magnetic, unstoppable force dragging him closer even as he stood still.

Boss?

One of his men approached carefully, unsure why Jungkook hadn’t moved.

But Jungkook didn’t answer. His gaze never wavered.

When the boy laughed again, head tilted back, Jungkook swore the sound carved itself into his memory. The cruel, feared mafia boss—the man no one dared defy—stood there utterly entranced.

For the first time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t in control. The night belonged to the boy of street.

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it's a Birthday of 28 years old kookie.

1 sep 2025.