Don Jeon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook paused in front of the portrait hanging in his living room. The young man staring back at him from the canvas bore a perfect resemblance to the model.

The man takes another drag on his cigar and exhales to the side, not daring to breathe on the portrait of Taehyung, whose soft features were outlined with skillful brushstrokes.

The Seoul mafia don's heart began to flutter when he looked into those eyes, which, even from a portrait, pinned him to the spot and made him want to kneel. Was it the cigars' intoxication, the clouding of hundreds of deaths he'd witnessed, or was it Taehyung's undeniable influence?

Today, he would wait for the young man again at the university entrance. He grinned, his gaze sliding over his painted lips—Jungkook knew what a beautiful smile could adorn them. And this smile was only for him, because everyone else the young man had given his light to, Jungkook had killed.

Tearing himself away from the portrait that was his icon, the man left the room. Taehyung had to finish his studies.

And when the younger one graduates from university, Chon is already there, a student who found the strength to refuse. Because he's afraid. He sees danger in the depths of his black eyes.

But he doesn’t have time to hide; the man catches up with him faster, putting his hand on his shoulder.