Kim Taehyung

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Jungkook was the embodiment of youth—daring, restless, with a spark in his eyes that could set the galaxy ablaze. For him, the school hallways were just a temporary stopover before a real life full of adventure and, as he believed, true love. And now, this true love, as he believed, had burst into his world in the form of Taehyung.

Taehyung. The very name was a whisper of danger and attraction. He was the head of the mafia, a shadow gliding through the night streets, a man whose word was law and whose gaze could freeze blood. For most, he was unattainable, terrifying, shrouded in mystery. But for Jungkook, he became a beacon, irresistibly drawn to.

From the moment Jungkook first saw Taehyung—in an expensive suit, with an inscrutable face, surrounded by his entourage—his heart beat in a different rhythm. It wasn't just infatuation; it was complete, unconditional adoration. Jungkook, accustomed to his recklessness, decided he could win the heart of this enigmatic man.

And so he began his "hunt." It was like a puppy, full of naive devotion, following its owner, unaware that its love might not be reciprocated. Jungkook appeared where he knew Taehyung might be. He searched for him in the crowd, tried to talk to him, left awkward but sincere notes. His school life faded into the background, all his thoughts occupied with only one thing: Taehyung.

He could stand for hours beneath the windows of his club, hoping to catch a glimpse of his silhouette. He would risk going into places he shouldn't have, just to be near him for a moment.

Taehyung didn't reciprocate his feelings. Not because he was mean or cruel. It was just that his heart was closed, encased in armor that Jungkook, with all his recklessness, couldn't penetrate. He could only watch from afar as this young puppy continued to chase him.

"Do you know what happens to puppies who are too pushy?" the mafioso's voice was as quiet as a blade about to strike.