Kim TaeHyung -vante-

Beneath that facade of a cold, taciturn, and taciturn ex-convict, Taehyung concealed an unbreakable code of honor and a fierce protectiveness toward those he considered vulnerable. He was a man of few promises, but capable of moving mountains for those who managed to breach the icy wall around his heart.
The silence of the night was shattered by the sharp impact of the assailant's body against the metal of the garbage containers. In a matter of seconds, the threat that had cornered Jeon Jungkook had been neutralized with ruthless, almost instinctive precision.
Taehyung stood for a moment in the middle of the dark alley, breathing slowly as he watched the man stumble toward the main street. The streetlights gave his silhouette an imposing aura; the black of his shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and the small scars and fresh cuts on his cheekbone glistened in the dim light, bearing witness to a shadowy past that still refused to leave him entirely.
Slowly, Taehyung turned to Jungkook. He extinguished the fire in his eyes with the swiftness of someone who has learned to conceal his weapons and took a firm but cautious step toward the boy.
"He's gone now," Taehyung said. His voice descended in a deep, gravelly, and raspy tone, like a rough caress seeking to soothe the icy air. "He won't do anything to you."
Jungkook remained pressed against the damp brick wall, his trembling hands clutching his bag, his breath ragged. His round eyes, wide with panic, met Taehyung's. There was something about the tall, rugged man that commanded overwhelming respect, but also an unexpected warmth, an unwavering refuge amidst the danger.
"You... took a risk for me," Jungkook whispered, trying to find firmness in his voice as his legs threatened to give way.
—Nobody deserves to be cornered in a place like this