𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 - Jjk × Ksj ff

~𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 - 1~

The dungeon was dimly lit, the flicker of a single torch casting long shadows on the cold, damp stone walls.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and fear. A man’s growls echoed in the near silence, laced with pain and defiance.
Guards stood rigid along the walls, their heads bowed in fear, not daring to meet the eyes of their boss.

At the center of the room, Kim Namjoon stood tall, his dark figure looming over the man kneeling before him. The man's
wrists were bound by heavy chains, his face smeared with blood and dirt, but his eyes still burned with defiance.

Namjoon, the feared leader of the underworld, let a smirk curl at the corner of his lips. His hand tightened in the man's hair, yanking his head back roughly, exposing his bruised neck. The man let out another low growl, but his strength was slipping.

"You really thought you could go against my rules?" Namjoon's voice was calm and mocking, as he stared down at his prey.

The guards around them flinched as Namjoon dragged his prisoner closer, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper.

"This is what happens when you cross me."
Without warning, Namjoon slammed the man’s head back to the ground with a brutal force. A sickening crack echoed
through the dungeon, followed by a stifled gasp from the prisoner.

"Joonie, you're hurting people again," a soft voice echoed through the dungeon, immediately diverting Namjoon’s attention. It was the only voice that could calm the storm inside him, the only person who had ever tamed his ruthless soul.

Kim Seokjin stepped into the room, his presence instantly softening the atmosphere. He was dressed in loose pink clothes that hung delicately on his slender frame, his shiny hair catching the dim light in the room.

SeokJin’s beauty was ethereal, an innocent glow that stood in stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him. Namjoon’s expression changed in an instant. The cruel smirk faded, replaced by something softer as his gaze landed on Jin.
His person. The one he owed his heart to—or so he believed.

"No, baby, just once," Namjoon said quickly, wiping the blood from his hands as he stepped toward Jin, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist and pulling him closer. Jin pouted, his round, plum lips forming into an adorable frown.

"But you promised you wouldn’t kill," he murmured, his doe eyes looking up at Namjoon in a way that made even the coldest heart melt.

The guards around them couldn't help but glance at Jin, captivated by his beauty and charm, though Namjoon’s cold and scary glare quickly sent them shivering, heads down again.

"Sorry, baby... won't happen again," Namjoon soothed, his voice lowering to a tender tone reserved only for Jin. "Forgive me, hmm?" he said.

Jin's pout deepened for a moment before it melted into a playful smile. "Only if you give me something delicious to eat," he giggled, his entire demeanor lighting up with that childlike innocence Namjoon adored.

Namjoon chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing Jin’s cheek. "Oh, my baby, of course." He leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to Jin’s pouty ones, but before they could kiss, Jin shyly turned his head, cheeks flushing.

"There are... people here," Jin whispered, his eyes darting to the guards still standing awkwardly in the shadows, unsure of where to look. His shyness only made Namjoon chuckle again, though this time there was a dark possessiveness behind his laugh as he firmly grabbed Jin’s chin.

"Does it matter, baby?" Namjoon smirked, about to claim Jin’s lips.

Their lips were about to meet as Jin started to feel his body throbbing uncomfortably when a voice interrupted them.