HEARTLESS {VKook}

Part ✨ 1✨

The music was loud, the bass thumping through the golden lit floors. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as a group of sharply dressed men occupied a private VIP lounge.

A call buzzed on the elder's phone. He picked it up with a grin. "Hey, bear! Where are you, baby?"

"Just reached, hyung… will be there, soon. "

Jin cut the call and turned to the others. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Jin: "Sorry boys, but my favorite human is joining us. Hope you all don't mind."

Yoongi just raised a brow but said nothing. Namjoon gave a soft chuckle, swirling his whiskey glass. Jungkook didn't look up, he was busy sipping his drink, his eyes cold and unreadable.

Suddenly, the loud chatter in the club dipped for a moment, as if time itself paused.

The door opened.

A golden-haired boy stepped in, dressed in an oversized cream sweater tucked into black leather pants. His skin seemed to glow under the club lights, and the way he tilted his head while scanning the room felt... surreal.

He spotted Jin and waved with a bright smile.

"Jin hyung!"

Jin stood up, arms wide open like a dramatic movie heroine.

Jin :Taetae! Oh my God, look at you! You’re glowing, baby! Absolutely ethereal!

Taehyung laughed, embarrassed, but let Jin hug him tightly.

Taehyung (softly): :You're embarrassing me, hyung.

Jin: That's literally my job.

He dragged Taehyung towards the group with one arm slung over his shoulder.

Jin (proudly): Guys! Meet my baby—Kim Taehyung. sweetheart, and professional heart-throb. Tae, meet the wolves.

Taehyung (smiling shyly): Hi… I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you all.

Jin pointed at each man in turn.

Jin: That's Namjoon-my boyfriend, my brain, and my daily headache.

Namjoon gave a deep chuckle, extending his hand.

Namjoon (with a dimpled smile): "Pleasure, Taehyung. Jin's been talking nonstop about you.

Taehyung (bowing slightly): It's an honor, hyung… I love your writing. You're amazing.

Namjoon: Well, damn. Compliments and good looks? Jin, keep this one close.

Next was Yoongi, who merely nodded and gave a slight smirk.

Jin: And that's Yoongi. Don't be scared, he only bites people who talk too much.

Taehyung (smiling politely): I'll try to stay quiet then.

Then Jin turned to the last man-the one sitting silently with a half-empty glass, his gaze lazily drifting toward Taehyung like he was observing a painting rather than a person.

Jin (gesturing): And this… is Jeon Jungkook. CEO of Black Steel Corp. Mafia boss. Very, very dangerous man.

Taehyung froze.

Taehyung (inner monologue): Jeon Jungkook? The Jeon Jungkook? Holy—he's even more handsome than the headlines said. What the hell, Tae. Stop staring. Don't be stupid. He's literally a mafia boss!

Jungkook stood up slowly, towering over the rest. He extended his hand without breaking eye contact.

Jungkook (calm, deep voice): Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Taehyung.

Taehyung swallowed thickly and placed his hand in his. Their touch lingered longer than necessary.

Taehyung (softly): T-Taehyung. Thank you for having me.

Jungkook didn't say anything, but his thumb brushed ever so slightly against the back of Taehyung's hand before he let go. It sent a shiver up Taehyung's spine.

They all sat down, ordered drinks, and the conversations flowed again. Taehyung sat between Jin and Namjoon, laughing softly at Jin's ridiculous jokes, sipping on a peach martini.

But Jungkook?

He barely said a word.

He just watched.

His gaze kept drifting toward the boy with soft curls and sun-kissed skin, whose laughter was musical, whose presence made the space feel warmer.

Jungkook (inner monologue): How can someone look that… untouched? That innocent? That beautiful?

He took another sip of his drink but didn't taste anything.

His gaze dropped to Taehyung's fingers, to the way he held his glass. Then to his collarbones peeking out from under that soft sweater.

Jungkook (thinking): Is he even real? Or am I dreaming?

Taehyung, unaware of the silent war raging inside the mafia king, turned to say something to Jin, only for his eyes to meet Jungkook:s across the table.

For a split second, the world blurred.

Only those two existed.

Taehyung's smile faltered. Jungkook didn't look away. Neither did he blink.

And then, just as quickly, Taehyung tore his gaze away, cheeks pink.

Taehyung (inner monologue): Oh god. He was looking. Did I… did I stare too long? What is wrong with me tonight?

Jin leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

Jin (teasing): Caught the bunny staring, didn't you?

Taehyung (choking softly): W-what? No—shut up, hyung!

Jin (grinning): Baby… just be careful. That one? He's dangerous. Not just with guns.

The night went on with laughter and shots, but somewhere in that smoky golden room, an invisible thread had tied itself between a mafia king and a golden boy.

And it was only just the beginning.