⇢A Story of True Blood Vampire Twins finding their Mate as a cute Human.⏎
Kim Taehyung, definition of coldness, his dark aura darts destruction and danger, A Ruthless mafia, yet hiding a big truth from the whole world.
Kim Vante, also known as Kim...
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One month later~
As Jungkook sat on the couch in the living room, his delicate fingers absentmindedly flipping through the pages of the book on his lap, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disbelief. His expression was serene, his body relaxed against the plush cushions, yet his heart carried a quiet storm of emotions.
Was this real?
Could a life so peaceful, so warm, truly belong to him?
For so long, he had known nothing but uncertainty, but now... now he had a loving mother who pampered him endlessly, a soft-spoken yet strong father who made him feel safe, and a chirpy, affectionate sister who treated him like the most precious being in the world. It felt surreal—like a dream he was terrified of waking up from.
His fingers tightened slightly around the edges of the book as a small wave of insecurity washed over him. Did he deserve this? A family that loved him so unconditionally? A home so filled with warmth?
The clock struck eleven, the soft ticking of the hands echoing through the grand yet silent mansion. Jungkook, still curled up on the couch, had no intention of sleeping. The book in his lap lay forgotten, his mind drifting into nothingness.
Just as he was about to close it, the grandeur front door creaked open, slicing through the silence like a blade.
His head snapped toward the entrance.
And then, he saw him.
The mafia king.
Kim Taehyung stood in the doorway, his broad frame casting an ominous shadow across the marbled floor. But it wasn't just his presence that sent a cold shiver down Jungkook's spine—it was his condition.
His suit, usually spotless and sharp, was collapsed and stained in places. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing bruised, reddened skin underneath. His knuckles, bloodied and raw, twitched at his sides, and his hair fell messily over his forehead, damp with sweat.
But it was his eyes—those dark, bloodshot orbs—that truly froze Jungkook in place.
A storm raged within them.
Fury. Exhaustion. Madness.
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