The Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 1-Their Encounter

~Taehyung's POV~

"F--k!" I muttered under my breath, clutching my hand tightly over my wound. My thigh, now throbbing with searing agony, spilled a gruesome river of crimson that pooled around me in a haunting tableau of agony. I leaned against a massive dumpster, struggling to catch my breath. I can't stay here long, a tiny voice whispered in my mind. I tore off a ragged strip of my shirt. Sweat dripped down my forehead, mixing with the dirt and grime on my skin. Gritting my teeth, I carefully wound the makeshift bandage around the gash, wincing with each hard twist the fabric made against my raw injury. I tied it as tightly as my trembling hands allowed before letting out a shaky breath of relief. 

He'll be here soon. I have to move quick. I need to find shelter. Forcing myself back onto my feet,  I ventured deeper into the enveloping abyss of darkness. 

~Y/N's (Your) POV~ 

"Exams are just a week away, and I haven't even begun studying!" you groaned, burying your face in your tiny hands. You glanced at Jungkook, your best friend, who had his hand buried deep in a Pringle can. "Yah, Jungkookieeeee! Stop snacking!" you added with a playful sigh. 

"Hey! It's not my problem you aren't a diligent student! I already finished reviewing my notes a week ago," Jungkook said with a smug smile. 

"Whatever, nerd. Help me study!" you whined. 

"Look who's asking me for help now! A second ago you were calling me a nerd!" Jungkook retorted with an angry pout. 

With an exasperated grunt, you rolled your eyes and cast a despondent gaze upon the seemingly infinite stacks of books haphazardly strewn across your cluttered desk. You would have to get started now if you wanted to graduate college in one piece. You reached for your math textbook, deciding to tackle that subject first. 

Half an hour passed before Jungkook took his leave for the night, during which you managed to jot down a few pages of notes. Abruptly, a resounding knock echoed through the room, causing you to startle as you turned your attention towards the door. That must be Jungkook. That bunny must have forgotten something again.

You sluggishly made your way towards the door before swinging it open. "What now, Jungkook? Did you—"  words trailed off as you widened your eyes in pure shock. There, just a few feet from you, stood a man who appeared to be on the brink of death. His almond-shaped, reddish-brown eyes bore into yours with an icy intensity, their gaze unwavering. His tousled chestnut hair cascaded carelessly, almost obscuring his left eye. His long, slender hands clutched his right thigh, which was covered in blood. His chest appeared to bear the marks of injury, dotted with multiple stab wounds, though numerous, did not penetrate deeply. 

Instinctively, you stepped aside, granting the stranger entry into your home.

~Taehyung's POV~

Finally. I had found shelter. This small house didn't seem like a lot, but it offered far more comfort than enduring a mosquito-infested night in the woods. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by a young girl who seemed scarcely older than 18. She's pretty. Ugh, Taehyung, that's not what you're supposed to be focusing on right now. Get your act together!

She quickly stepped aside, allowing me to hobble slowly into her home. I collapsed onto her couch, utterly drained. The girl approached me with a sense of timidity, offering a glass of water, which I gratefully accepted.

"I—If I may ask, sir, who are you?" the girl asked, nervously fidgeting this her hands. 

I chuckled inwardly before responding, "Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." 

Thank you for reading the first chapter <3! It's my first time writing a ff, so please provide constructive feedback/suggestions if you have any! Please also make sure to leave a comment down below and give me a vote. The first chapters will be a bit boring, since we're still setting up the story, but I'll make sure to include some. . . ~you know what~. . . later on. Love you guys <3333 :D