Kaleidoscope of Hearts [Taekook] H.P.T²

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The ride back to the Jeon estate was silent. His men knew better than to disturb their boss when his expression was unreadable. Jeon Jungkook sat in the back seat, head leaned against the window, but his mind wasn’t on the passing city lights or tonight’s bloody business.

It was on the boy.

That boy laughing in the middle of the road as though the world was his stage. The way his hair had glowed under the streetlight. The way he smiled like he wasn’t chained by anything.

Jungkook had seen countless faces—terrified faces, greedy faces, lifeless faces. But never that. Never someone who lived as though they owed nothing to fear.

Min Yoongi

Boss

His right-hand man finally broke the silence, carefully.

Min Yoongi

You seem… distracted.

Jungkook’s jaw flexed. Distracted? That wasn’t a word people dared use around him. But he didn’t snap this time. Instead, he spoke low, his voice carrying the kind of authority that made men tremble.

Jeon Jungkook

Find him.

The car went still. The subordinates exchanged quick looks through the rearview mirror but didn’t dare question.

Min Yoongi

Find who, Boss?

Jungkook leaned forward, his dark eyes sharp but with a flicker of something new.

Jeon Jungkook

The boy I just saw. Midnight. Street near Gangnam convenience store. School uniform. Brown hair.

His men nodded rapidly, memorizing every detail.

Jeon Jungkook

I want everything.

Jungkook continued, his tone cold yet oddly intent.

Jeon Jungkook

Name. Family. Where he lives. Who he talks to. His schedule. His weaknesses.

His voice dropped to a near growl.

Jeon Jungkook

Everything.

There was no argument, no hesitation. His men knew if Jeon Jungkook wanted someone’s details, they’d have it by sunrise.

But inside Jungkook, there was no calculation of business advantage or enemy strategy this time. This wasn’t about eliminating a threat.

It was about knowing him.

The thought alone made Jungkook’s lips curl into the faintest smirk, dangerous and rare. The same man who ruled empires with iron fists was now haunted by the image of a boy who didn’t even know he was being watched.

Min Yoongi

Consider it's done boss.

Jungkook leaned back again, shadows cutting across his sharp features. He closed his eyes briefly, and there it was again—the boy’s laugh echoing like a melody he couldn’t escape.

For the first time in years, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t hunting for power.

He was hunting for a name.

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