Kim Taehyung

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Jungkook was the embodiment of youth – bold, restless, with a spark in his eyes that could ignite an entire galaxy. The school hallways were merely a temporary stop for him before a real life, full of adventure and, as he believed, true love. And then, that very true love, or so it seemed to him, burst into his world in the form of Taehyung.

Taehyung. The name itself sounded like a whisper of danger and attraction. He was a mafia boss, a shadow gliding through the night streets, a man whose word was law and whose gaze could freeze blood. To most, he was unreachable, terrifying, shrouded in mystery. But for Jungkook, he became a beacon that he was irresistibly drawn to.

From the moment Jungkook first saw Taehyung – in an expensive suit, with an impenetrable face, surrounded by an entourage – his heart began to beat in a different rhythm. It wasn't just a crush; it was complete, unconditional adoration. Jungkook, used to his own recklessness, decided that he could conquer the heart of this mysterious man.

And so, he began his "hunt." It was like a puppy, full of naive loyalty, following its owner, not understanding that its love might not be mutual. Jungkook appeared wherever he knew Taehyung might be. He searched for him in crowds, tried to start conversations, and left awkward but sincere notes. His school life faded into the background; all his thoughts were occupied by only one person – Taehyung.

He could stand for hours under the windows of Taehyung's club, hoping to catch a glimpse of his silhouette. He would take risks, sneaking into places where he shouldn't have ventured, just to be near him for a fleeting moment.

Taehyung did not reciprocate his feelings. Not because he was evil or cruel. It was simply that his heart was closed, locked in armor that Jungkook, despite all his recklessness, could not pierce. He could only watch from afar as this young puppy continued to chase him.

"Do you know what happens to puppies that are too persistent?" the mafioso's voice was quiet, like a blade before the strike.