Kim's angel [𝐓.𝐊]

Part-1

Welcome to "Kim's angel" 🙇🏻‍♀️💗

Yes we are back again~ as I already said that I'm going to change a bit of the storyline, plus I'm making it short. as short as I can,

The removed Kim's angel one was over 30 part but this one is going to be under 30 [maybe not sure]

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Author's pov >>>

A beautiful morning, which is not for everyone. Jungkook opened his eyes, trying to adjust. He looked here and there and realized he had fallen asleep while studying again. His textbooks were scattered across his desk, mingling with scribbled notes and highlighters. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his cluttered room. He sighed and was about to get up, but the back pain made him sit back on the chair. Jungkook hissed in pain while sitting back slowly, the ache a familiar companion from nights spent hunched over his studies.

He looked up, complaining to God about his problems. "Why is this my life?" he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. Taking a few minutes to gather himself, he eventually stood up and headed to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes tracing the scars and burn marks that marred his skin. Each scar told a story of pain and survival, but to Jungkook, they were reminders of his brokenness.

"Who is gonna love me, God? Why did you make me so ugly?" Jungkook's mind echoed with these thoughts, the words heavy with self-doubt and despair. He brushed his teeth, the minty taste of small comfort. He opened his hair, which cascaded down in long, silky waves. He massaged his scalp for a while, the tension easing slightly under his fingertips. [Jungkook has long hair so long, till his hips]

After a long steam shower, he emerged feeling somewhat refreshed. He chose a simple outfit, hoping it would help him blend into the background. His long hair fell in soft waves around his face, framing his delicate features. He glanced at his reflection one last time, forcing a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He stepped out of his room and saw Moonbin eating breakfast alone at the kitchen table. "Sup, Monie?" Jungkook asked, petting Moonbin's head affectionately. Moonbin looked up and smiled, passing Jungkook a plate of toast and eggs.

"Where's Mom?" Jungkook asked, grabbing his fork and starting to eat. Moonbin sighed heavily. "I don't know," he replied, his tone edged with frustration. Jungkook understood;

On the other hand...

"Kim Taehyung, didn't I satisfy you?! T-then why-"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, Kim Taehyung pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the lavish hotel room. "Don't fucking call me by my name," he snarled, his teeth grinding in anger. He watched dispassionately as her naked body crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around her. The sight didn't faze him; it was just another day in his ruthless world.

Taehyung dressed quickly, donning a perfectly tailored suit that screamed power and control. He left the hotel room without a backward glance, his expression cold and unfeeling. "Fuck," he groaned as he slid into the backseat of his car, the luxurious leather seats doing little to ease his headache.

"Get me a coffee right now," Taehyung ordered, rubbing his temples as the driver started the car. The convoy of four cars surrounded him, a testament to the dangerous life he led. He closed his eyes, willing the pounding in his head to subside.