"Mr. V?" Jungkook called softly, his voice almost lost in the quiet night air. The masked man followed behind him like a silent shadow, his presence both comforting and haunting."Yes, my little cat?" came the low, hoarse reply — rough, like gravel, yet strangely gentle when it reached Jungkook's ears.
Jungkook slowed his steps, the soles of his shoes crunching lightly on the path. V matched his pace effortlessly, falling into stride beside him. The taller man glanced down, his pale blue eyes visible through the holes in his mask, piercing but calm.
Jungkook looked up, hesitating for a moment before offering a small smile. "You always walk behind me... why?"
V's gaze lingered on him for a second longer before he answered, voice quieter this time. "Because shadows follow the ones they protect."
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, the warmth of those words blooming in his chest like a quiet spring.
"You are so popular yet so mysterious... it makes me curious about you," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely louder than the rustling of the leaves around them.
He stopped in the back garden, where moonlight poured down like silver threads, painting everything in a gentle glow. The night sky was deep and silent, not a single cloud drifting by, as though time itself had slowed to make room for this moment between them.
V stood beside him, his tall figure cloaked in the shadows cast by the old trees. The mask still covered his face, but his eyes—those icy blue orbs—gleamed beneath it, locked onto Jungkook like they could read the tremble in his chest.
"That's what mysteries are meant to do, aren't they?" V replied softly, his voice low and deliberate, curling around the stillness of the night like smoke. "They make people lean closer."
Jungkook looked up at him again, eyes wide and searching. "Then... will you let me lean closer too?"
There was a pause. A long one. Even the wind seemed to still.
V didn't answer right away. But his gloved hand slowly reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Jungkook's forehead—gentle, careful, like touching something too precious to risk breaking.
"You already are."
Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned into the gloved touch, the warmth of it seeping past the leather and into his skin. It was soothing—calming in a way that made the world hush around him. His voice came out soft, vulnerable, like the petals of a flower slowly unfolding at dawn.
"I want to be closer to you," he whispered. "I want you to let me embrace your mystery."
For a moment, there was only silence. The moonlight rested gently on Jungkook's face, catching the tremble of his lashes and the flush blooming across his cheeks. V watched him—his little cat who used to flinch at every shadow, now standing steady under the dark sky, offering his heart like it wasn't the most dangerous thing to do.
V's hand moved from his cheek to cradle the side of his neck, thumb resting against his pulse. He could feel it racing—fragile, real, alive.
"My mystery," V murmured, voice low and unreadable, "has swallowed better men whole."
Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, meeting those intense blues that seemed to gleam like ice in firelight. "Then let it swallow me too," he said. "Because I'm not scared anymore."
V's grip tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt—just enough to hold. His silence was heavy, yet something unspoken passed between them, an understanding forged not in light, but in shadow.

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Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||
Fanfiction⇢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...