Kim Taehyung

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Jungkook was one of those people whom even the sternest seniors greeted not with a condescending smirk, but with a friendly nod. Not because he was a sports genius or a witty one, but simply because he had a radiant personality. It was precisely because of this damned charm that some riff-raff was always hanging around the junior.

That evening, Taehyung was late. A hulking brute in a leather jacket had pinned Jungkook against a brick wall. One hand was brazenly resting on his brother's lower back, the other was unceremoniously groping his shirt collar. Jungkook, usually agile and vocal, stood there paralyzed, his eyes wide and completely bewildered.

"Hey, kid, what are you twitching about?" came the bull's nasal bass. "I told you you were sweet."

Something inside Taehyung didn't just click—it exploded. A hand landed on the guy's shoulder, and at that very moment, a fist met the bridge of his nose. The crunch was both sickening and juicy.

The brute, not expecting such a frontal attack, flew back toward the trash cans, tripping over his own legs. A tug by the collar, a short punch to the jaw—the attacker's head jerked back like a rag doll. Taehyung struck silently, methodically, with the cold fury of a man who had endured and smiled for three years, and now was simply throwing off the mask.

"Taehyung! Enough!" Jungkook squeaked, finally going silent.

• Jungkook, move away.