Love In The Shadow Of Crime KTH fiction | Kim Taehyung x Reader

Part 01 A Chance Encounter

It was a crisp autumn evening, the kind that made you want to wrap yourself in a warm blanket and sip hot coffee. The sky was a deep shade of indigo, with a sprinkle of stars beginning to twinkle like diamonds against the dark canvas. The air was filled with the sweet scent of fallen leaves and the distant smell of woodsmoke, carried on the gentle breeze.

Kim Taehyung, a successful businessman and mafia boss, had just closed a major deal and was celebrating with a rare night off. He had spent the evening at a high-end restaurant, savoring a exquisite dinner and sipping fine wine. The soft glow of the restaurant's lights and the smooth sound of jazz music still lingered in his mind as he walked out into the cool night air.

V, as he was known, decided to take a stroll through the city, enjoying the quiet streets and the soft glow of the streetlights. He had no destination in mind, just a desire to clear his head and unwind. As he walked, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the buildings, and the city's nighttime energy pulsed through his veins.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a quaint bookstore, its windows aglow with a warm, inviting light. The sign above the door read "Moonlit Pages," and the store's facade was adorned with a beautiful mural of a forest, complete with towering trees and a crescent moon shining down. V felt drawn to the store, as if the books inside were calling to him.

On a whim, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The store was a treasure trove of literary delights, with shelves upon shelves of books that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of paper and ink, and the soft hum of classical music filled the air. V wandered through the aisles, running his fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the raised letters and the softness of the paper.

As he delved deeper into the store, his eyes landed on a beautiful girl, Y/N, sitting at a small table near the window. She was lost in a novel, her brow furrowed in concentration, her dark hair falling in soft waves down her back. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and her full lips curved into a gentle smile as she read something that pleased her.

V was struck by her beauty, her elegance, and her obvious love of books. He felt a pang of curiosity and found himself drawn to her, wanting to know more about this captivating stranger. He noticed the book she was reading, a classic novel by Austen, and his eyes lingered on the cover, remembering the countless nights he had spent reading the same book as a teenager.

Y/N, oblivious to V's gaze, continued to read, her pencil moving swiftly across the page as she took notes. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks flushed with a soft pink as she read something that delighted her. V was entranced, his eyes fixed on her, his mind racing with questions. Who was this girl? What was it about this book that brought her so much joy? And what was it about her that drew him in so deeply?

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting V's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the soft hum of the store's music and the rustle of pages. Then, Y/N's eyes dropped, and she returned to her book, her cheeks flushing with a deeper pink. V felt a flutter in his chest, a sense of excitement and possibility. He knew in that moment that he had to talk to her, to find out more about this captivating girl and the books that brought her so much joy.

V, feeling a sense of nervous excitement, approached Y/N's table, his footsteps echoing in the quiet store. As he drew closer, Y/N looked up, her eyes locking onto his, and V felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

"Hi," V said, his deep voice breaking the silence. "Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed pink, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Not at all," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.