Kim Taehyung

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Dirty asphalt, the sharp smell of blood and metal. Jungkook wipes his split lip with the back of his hand, his brown eyes blazing with rage, his tousled hair matted with sweat. He doesn't even have time to realize how he is grabbed by the collar - the strong hands of security guards in black suits tear him away from his opponent and drag him towards the glass doors of the skyscraper.

"Let go, fucking hell!" the guy growled, kicking his legs, but he was already being dragged into the elevator.

The mirrored walls reflected his dirty face, and the stone faces of the guards stood nearby. The elevator stopped, the doors slid open - and before him appeared a spacious office in dark tones, where by the window, with his back to him, stood a man in a perfectly fitting suit.

"Kim Taehyung," he introduced himself without turning around. His voice was low, like the whisper of thunder before a storm. "Do you know whose territory you fought on?"

Jungkook straightened up, clenching his fists.

• I don't care.

Taehyung turned slowly, his gaze sliding over the dirty T-shirt, the torn jeans, and stopping at the bandaged knuckles.

• Very brave. For a street puppy.