"What the hell are you doing here?" he barked, striding toward him. "I told you to stay the fuck away." Jungkook only tilted his head, a dangerous smile pulling at his lips. Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook reached out and yanked him closer by the front of his jacket, their bodies colliding, chest to chest, breath to breath. "I don't take orders well," Jungkook murmured, voice silk wrapped in razor wire. He pressed closer, hips flush against Taehyung's. As if trying to prove a point. As if mocking the very idea of Taehyung's so-called authority. And that was the moment Taehyung knew, Jeon Jungkook wasn't a mistake he could fix. He was a disaster waiting to happen. One's the mafia heir. The other? A rich brat with a god complex. Together? They're going to destroy everything.

Once as close as two could be, their love was a fairytale. But a cruel twist of fate tore them apart. Taehyung fled to Daegu, leaving Jeongguk to chase his dream of becoming a star. Nine years later, the world knows Jeongguk as a global K-pop idol. But for Taehyung, he's just a face on a poster. Now a florist, Taehyung's life is quiet, until fate throws them back together. Though their love burned bright once, years of misunderstanding have ignited a different kind of fire - resentment. Can they untangle the knots of the past and find their way back to each other, or will their once magical love be lost forever? "I will make your life a living hell," he growled, his voice laced with a fury that sent shivers down Taehyung's spine. "It's already been hell since you walked in," Taehyung retorted, his voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in his hands. top kook bottom tae....