Bound by Ink

He was the boy I was supposed to protect. The one whose potential I nurtured, whose darkness I ignored. The night he came of age, he showed me just how deep that darkness ran.

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Eight years ago, on Jungkook's eighteenth birthday, I became his art. Under the buzz of a tattoo gun, he etched a brand onto my back, marking me as his. I was the older man, his guardian, the one meant to guide him. Instead, I became the prize he claimed.