Jungkook, the powerful mafia king, rules the underworld with an iron fist. His reputation is fierce, and his gaze is piercing. No one dares to cross him.
Taehyung, a bright and charming university student, lives a carefree life, focused on his studi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jungkook walked into the cafe, his eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. But Taehyung was nowhere to be found. He felt a pang of worry, a sensation he hadn't experienced before. He didn't know what it meant, only that it made him feel restless and uneasy.
He approached the counter, his voice cold and detached. "Where is Taehyung? Why didn't he come to work today?"
The staff member hesitated, sensing the intensity behind Jungkook's gaze. "H-he's sick today, sir. He took a leave of absence."
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. Taehyung was sick? What did that mean? He didn't have Taehyung's number, deliberately choosing not to ask for it, wanting Taehyung to offer it to him instead.
Now, he regretted that decision. He needed to know Taehyung was okay.
Without a word, Jungkook turned and left the cafe, his mind consumed by the unfamiliar feeling of worry. He didn't know what to do with it, only that he needed to see Taehyung, to ensure he was safe.
Little did he know, his concern would lead him down a dangerous path, one that would test his loyalty, his heart, and his very soul.
Jungkook's mind raced as he walked away from the cafe, his eyes fixed on the ground. He couldn't shake off the feeling of worry that had settled in his chest. Taehyung was sick? What did that mean? Was he okay? Was he in pain?
Jungkook's thoughts swirled with questions, his usual calm and collected demeanor replaced by a sense of unease. He felt restless, like he needed to do something, but didn't know what.
As he walked, his mind wandered back to their last encounter. Taehyung's bright smile, his infectious laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his passions. Jungkook had been drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
But he had pushed him away, afraid of getting too close, afraid of feeling too much. Now, he regretted that decision. He wanted to be by Taehyung's side, to take care of him, to make sure he was okay.
Jungkook's heart raced as he realized the depth of his feelings. He had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of concern for someone else's well-being. It was like a weight had been placed on his chest, a constant reminder that he needed to act.
But what could he do? He didn't have Taehyung's number, didn't know how to reach him. All he could do was wait, and hope that Taehyung would contact him when he was feeling better.
The thought sent a pang of anxiety through Jungkook's body. He didn't like not being in control, didn't like not knowing what was happening. But he was powerless, unable to do anything but wait.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As the hours ticked by, Jungkook's worry only intensified. He couldn't focus on his work, couldn't concentrate on anything except Taehyung's well-being. He felt like he was going crazy, like his mind was consumed by thoughts of the other boy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jungkook made a decision. He would go to Taehyung's house, would make sure he was okay. He didn't care if it was inappropriate, didn't care if Taehyung would be mad at him. He just needed to know that he was safe.
