~~~~~ The first time Kim Taehyung saw Jeon Jungkook, the man was covered in someone else's blood. He stood beneath a flickering neon sign, cigarette between his lips, shirt half-unbuttoned, bruises blooming like wildflowers across his knuckles. The kind of man the world whispered about but never dared approach. Ruthless. Untouchable. A devil in designer. And Taehyung didn't look away. Not when their eyes met. Not when Jungkook smirked - like he already knew his name. Not even when, three hours later, he found himself handcuffed to a hotel bed, the cartel king's breath hot on his throat. That was the beginning. Or.... ................. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞. ••---•••---••• C A R T E L : B L O O D I N T H E G A M E , by darkfantasies101. •••---•••---••• Little suggestions for those who copied someone's works :- STAY AWAY FROM MINE . * * * Top kook, Bottom tae.
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