Collection of Love
Introduction
Author
This is your author again with her second story 😁
Author
So.. This is going to be a collection of short stories of Taehyung and Jungkook
Author
I hope you'd shower it with your love, support, and gifts 😘
Introduction to the main characters of our first story ☺️
A big name in the business industry as well as the underground world.
He belongs to the very powerful family-Jeon Family!
He is the heir of the Jeon family—the name that sent chills down the spines of politicians and underground lords alike.
The Dragon Syndicate had wrapped its coils around the city for generations, and Jungkook was its future king.
He has the mentality of "I get whatever I want.. No matter what it is"
If there is any word that can describe his personality that would only be unpredictable!
You never know what is going on in his mind and what would be his next step
Cute, delicate, gentle, and distant
Lost his mother when he was 11 and then his father disowned him knowing his sexuality as gay.
Lives in a small rented rooftop apartment and owns a small flower shop, not big enough to be called a shop!
Has a cute, bubbly personality and innocent soul.. Innocent, not dumb☺️
He loves flowers. They reminded him of his mother, who used to say, “Some souls bloom even in broken soil.” He lived by that. Even if the city was hard, even if he had no one left, he kept blooming.
His motive of life is to spread fragrance in others lives.
As they say.. Unloved hearts often bloom the brightest, Because they never want anyone to feel the way they did.
Author
Show your love bubs😘
Pressed Petals Ep-1
"He loved him like a gardener loves a single bloom—cutting it just to keep it close."
The sun blazed mercilessly over the cracked asphalt, casting molten waves across the sleepy intersection.
The scent of smoke, gasoline, and faint blooms hung in the thick summer air.
Amidst the blare of horns and the occasional frustrated shouts of drivers, a small, almost invisible stall stood quietly near the sidewalk.
Too modest to be called a shop, more like a fragile dream propped up against the chaos of the city.
There, under the scorching sunlight, stood a boy.
His skin kissed with the sun but not hardened by it.
His eyes held a distant gentleness, and on his lips danced a smile too sincere for the world he stood in.
The sweat on his brow shimmered like dew, but he didn't falter.
He stood straight, hands tenderly wrapped around a paper bundle of fresh-cut flowers... roses, sunflowers, hibiscus, even wild violets.
Like a poet holding verses.
The cars were jammed at the red light.
Among them was a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows, the kind that screamed power with a whisper.
In that car sat a man in a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His face sharp, composed, yet unreadable.
A "bunny face," they called him in the tabloids.
Too beautiful for someone in his line of work.
He was no ordinary businessman but a part of Mafia gang.. Most dangerous one in their country!
At that moment, he was just a caged beast behind glass, chewing on the edge of his irritation as the traffic refused to move.
Jeon Jungkook
Fuck this light 💢 *He muttered under his breath.*
With a flick of his hand, he pushed open the door and stepped out, the cigarette already between his fingers.
The bodyguard beside him followed instantly, stiff and silent like a shadow. Jungkook lit his cigarette with a slow draw, exhaling a ribbon of smoke that curled toward the heavens.
The moment his eyes fell on him, time slowed. The city dulled. The sounds faded.
Jungkook's gaze latched onto him like a predator catching sight of its prey
Or a lonely soul glimpsing salvation in a crowded room!
Was it the boy's face that struck him first? That tender curve of innocence? Or was it the flowers, the way he cradled them like they were pieces of his heart?
Whatever it was, something gripped Jungkook.
His heart clenched, his mind burned, and his desire surged—raw and wild.
Jeon Jungkook
I want that flower ❄️ *his voice a low thunder beneath the sun.*
Shun
*Blinked, startled* Wh-Which one, sir? The rose, the sunflower… hibiscus?
Jungkook didn't take his eyes off the boy. A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips.
Jeon Jungkook
Not that flowers, idiot.😑 *His voice dropped into a purring snarl.*
The one selling them. I want him. Tonight. I don’t care how. By hook... or by crook.❄️
He flicked the ash from his cigarette and turned to step back into the car, the heat of obsession still burning in his gaze.
Even as the doors closed behind him, his eyes never left the flower boy.
And the boy, blissfully unaware, kept smiling.
Oblivious of the fact that the Dragons had already marked him.
The car slipped back into the traffic as the light turned green, but Jungkook’s mind was no longer in the present.
He reclined in his seat, fingers tapping against his knee, the ghost of that boy’s smile seared into his memory.
This felt like déjà vu. Like recognition. Like something ancient had stirred inside him.
Jeon Jungkook
Interesting *Mumbled to himself*
Jeon Jungkook
Find out who he is. Name, age, address. Everything! ❄️
He said without looking at Shun, who immediately pulled out his phone with a nod.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, watching the rearview mirror as the flower stand grew smaller, then vanished.
That evening, in a quieter part of the city, Taehyung packed the last of his blooms. The day had been long, but he didn’t mind.
He walked the familiar path to the tiny rooftop room he rented. His backpack was light. Most of the flowers hadn’t sold, but he didn’t mind.
He always gave the leftovers to the old lady who lived downstairs or left them at the graveyard near the river.
But tonight, something felt… off.
There was a car parked near the alleyway entrance that he didn’t recognize.
Taehyung
Huh? Whose car is that? *He mumbled to himself while walking towards the house*
Its windows were tinted black.
A man leaned against it, dressed too sharply for this neighborhood.
He wasn’t smoking, but his stare felt like a flame.
Taehyung
(I never saw this man nearby) *clutched his bag tighter and picked up his pace*
As he passed, the man straightened.
Taehyung
*He froze.* (How did this man know my name? 😰)
Shun
You’ve been noticed... *stepping closer* Our boss wants to speak with you.❄️
Taehyung
I-I think you’ve got the wrong person. *He stammered, backing up.*
The man reached into his jacket—Taehyung flinched—but he only pulled out a sleek black card.
The edges shimmered gold.
At the center, a single engraved dragon curled around bold Korean letters: 천룡회 - the Dragon Syndicate.
Taehyung
*His face turned pale.*
Shun
My boss doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. *He said, softer this time*
Shun
Come quietly, and you won’t be hurt.
Elsewhere, Jungkook stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of a lavish penthouse, a glass of red wine in his hand.
The city glittered beneath him, indifferent and cold.
He wasn’t sure why this boy mattered.
He’d had people. Beautiful people. Powerful people. He’d broken hearts for sport.
But this… this was different.
There was purity in that boy’s face. A softness that didn’t belong in his world.
Jeon Jungkook
He reminds me of something I forgot... *Muttered under his breath*
Jeon Jungkook
*His lips curved into something between a smile and a snarl.* Bring him in ❄️
The elevator doors opened with a chime, revealing Taehyung, wide-eyed and stunned.
Two men flanked him, but he didn’t resist. He looked around the marble hall like a boy walking into a temple—or a trap.
Jeon Jungkook
*He stood tall, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable.*
Not in a suit now, but something looser, darker. More dangerous.
Jeon Jungkook
*He stepped forward.*
Taehyung
*Tensed, but didn’t move.*
Jeon Jungkook
You’re smaller than I imagined 😏 *He said quietly, a half-smile, or smirk touching his lips*
Taehyung
(And you’re exactly what I feared)
Jeon Jungkook
We’re going to have a very interesting night 😏
Author
I hope you'll like it 😄
Pressed Petals Ep-2
Taehyung stood there, stunned, trying to decipher the meaning behind Jungkook’s words. “An interesting night”?
The phrase echoed ominously in his head.
Taehyung
What do you mean? *he asked, summoning a thread of courage.*
Jungkook smirked, leaning in just a little too close, his voice laced with dangerous charm.
Jeon Jungkook
You're adorable when you're clueless. I meant a night… just you and me. Intense. Intimate. Steamy. 😏
Taehyung stepped back instinctively, eyes narrowing.
Taehyung
If you’re looking for that, go to someone who’s offering it. I’m not for sale. (😓)
Jungkook raised a brow, his expression unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook
Never said you were. But I don’t deny I want you. I like collecting rare things… and you— *he let his fingers hover near Taehyung’s face but didn’t touch* —you’re one of a kind 😏
Just then, Min Yoongi entered the hall.
Min Yoongi
Jungkook! The deal with the Shadows? It fell through. I shut it down. ❄️
Jungkook nodded slightly, his gaze still locked on Taehyung.
Jeon Jungkook
Yoongi, did you take care of the other matter?😏❄️
Jeon Jungkook
Good. Wait outside.❄️
Once the room emptied, the air grew heavier.
Jeon Jungkook
So, *Jungkook said smoothly* are you ready?
Taehyung
*Taehyung didn’t flinch.* I don’t play games like this. If you want someone to worship you, find someone else. I’m not scared of you. (No.. I can't show him this nervousness 😓)
Jungkook laughed—not cruelly, but with a spark of genuine interest
Jeon Jungkook
That’s what makes this fun
Jeon Jungkook
You’re not scared of me? Then why are your hands shaking?
Taehyung clenched his fists by his sides, trying to will the tremor away.
Taehyung
It’s not fear. It’s disgust.
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes darkening
Jeon Jungkook
Lies don’t suit you, Taehyung. I don’t need you to like me. I need you to submit.
Jeon Jungkook
Then I’ll make you want to. *His voice dropped to a whisper, the words brushing Taehyung’s ear.*
Jeon Jungkook
I always get what I want. But I don’t always keep it. If I decide you’re worth keeping…
Jeon Jungkook
*He trailed off, the implication hanging heavy in the air.*
Taehyung pushed him back—not hard, but enough to create space.
Jeon Jungkook
Maybe. But I don’t hurt what’s mine… not unless it begs for it.
Jeon Jungkook
I have my ways to make you mine 😏
Jeon Jungkook
BRING HIM IN!!
As he ordered, Yoongi dragged a short boy with him. He was of the same age as Taehyung..
Taehyung
*His eyes widened* Mini? 😰
Jimin
Tae?? 😨 *He ran to him and hugged him*
Taehyung
What are you doing here Mini? 😨 Did they hurt you? Are you okay?
Taehyung
*Checking him up and down*
Jimin
*cupped Taehyung's face* I'm okay! What about you? Why are you here! It's a dangerous place Tae. 😰
Min Yoongi
*Grabbed Jimin's collar from back and pulled away from Taehyung* Stay here💢❄️
Taehyung
Hey! don't touch him💢
Jeon Jungkook
*Sign Yoongi to leave the boy*
Jimin
*Ran back to Taehyung and stood in front of him protectively* Hey! You bunny faced human💢 Leave my Tae!
Taehyung
*Whispered* Mini.. Calm down! They're dangerous😰
Jimin
Ani! I'm not scared of them.. How dare they touch my bear? 💢❄️
Min Yoongi
*Looked at Jungkook*
Min Yoongi
*Pointed his gun on his head* Say no more❄️💢
Taehyung
*Instinctively pulled Jimin behind him* 😰
Jeon Jungkook
*Grabbed Yoongi's hand and put the gun down* See at whom you're pointing it💢❄️
Jimin
*Cling to Taehyung's arm* Tae.. How did you get yourself here 😰
Jeon Jungkook
So now you know what can I do😏
Jeon Jungkook
You're lucky that I'm interested in you.. Otherwise you'd have been lying dead ❄️
Jeon Jungkook
*Gestured Yoongi*
Taehyung
*Didn't get that*
Min Yoongi
*Grabbed Jimin's hand* Let's go❄️
Taehyung
*Held him tighter* No.. Leave him! He won't go with you😨😰
Jeon Jungkook
*Glare at Taehyung* Leave him 💢 If you don't want me to kill him right here
Taehyung
*hurriedly let go of his arm* D.don't hurt him please 🥺
Min Yoongi
*Took Jimin away*
Jimin
*Reluctantly getting dragged*
Jeon Jungkook
It depends on how you behave 😏
He stepped back, giving Taehyung a once-over that was equal parts reverence and hunger.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll give you time. Not much, but some.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ll come to me, eventually.
Obsession is a funny thing.
He turned and walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle.
Jeon Jungkook
Oh, and Taehyung?
Taehyung
*He didn’t answer, but Jungkook continued anyway.*
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t bother running. The world’s already too dark to hide from me. 😏
With that, he disappeared into the hallway, leaving Taehyung alone—his heart pounding, his mind spinning.
The heavy click of the door closing was louder than it should’ve been. As if it echoed through his chest, where his heart thudded unevenly.
Silence wrapped around him, but it didn’t feel comforting. It felt suffocating—like Jungkook had left behind his presence in the air, clinging to the walls, crawling beneath his skin.
His fingers twitched at his sides. He hadn't even realized they were clenched until pain bloomed in his knuckles.
Taehyung
What the hell just happened? 🥺
It wasn’t just the words Jungkook had spoken—it was the way he had said them. As if this whole interaction had been nothing but a prelude. As if he already knew how the story would end.
Taehyung hated that part the most
Because buried beneath the disgust and defiance… was curiosity
Taehyung
What did he mean by “if I decide you’re worth keeping”?
Why did his gaze feel like it could strip away all the lies Taehyung told himself?
He moved to the window, trying to ground himself. Seoul’s skyline shimmered in the distance, lights flickering like a heartbeat. It looked peaceful out there.
But this wasn’t a normal world—at least not anymore. Not since he had crossed paths with him.
He’d heard the rumors, of course. Everyone had.
The man was powerful and untouchable. Ruthless when crossed.
Obsessive when intrigued. And Taehyung…
Unfortunately, had intrigued him.
“I’m not scared of you,” he said to him.
Not because he feared what Jungkook might do to his body—but what he might do to his mind.
He could feel it already. The way his words replayed like a broken record. The heat behind that smirk. The way it made something dark and traitorous twist low in his stomach.
Taehyung
No, *he murmured* I won’t be one of his pretty things.🥺 But my Mini?
His voice wasn’t as steady as he wanted it to be.
And deep down, in the quietest corner of himself, Taehyung knew something terrifying: Jungkook had already gotten under his skin.
Part of him wanted to see how far he’d go.
Stacks of reports lay untouched on his desk. The room buzzed with low voices and the sound of Yoongi discussing weapons logistics with one of the lieutenants. But Jungkook wasn't listening.
Min Yoongi
Blah blah blah...
His fingers drummed rhythmically on the mahogany surface. The face in his mind wasn’t that of a rival boss or a failing partner.
His eyes had been defiant. Not afraid enough. Not broken like most who dared stand up to him. He had pushed Jungkook’s hand away—pushed him.
No one did that. Not and lived to talk about it.
Yet, here he was, giving Taehyung time.
He could’ve taken him right then and there. Fearfully. Forcefully. He had the power. The control. The room had emptied at his command. The world itself bent when he willed it to.
But he hadn’t touched him. Instead he left!
The realization made his jaw tighten.
"You're not weak, Jungkook. You're calculating. Strategic."
That’s what Yoongi always said. But this didn’t feel like a calculation.
This felt like hesitation. And he hated it.
Jeon Jungkook
No, *he muttered to himself, sitting back in his chair.* It’s not about keeping him longer. 😑
Jeon Jungkook
It’s about watching him fall. Watching him beg😏
He shook his head, forcing a cruel smirk onto his lips
Shun
(What's wrong with him?)
But even as the words left his mouth, something inside him tugged—like a lie too thin to hold its own weight.
There was something in Taehyung’s eyes… something raw. He wasn’t just beautiful. He was alive. Fire and ice, stitched into one defiant body. And Jungkook wanted to unravel every part of him.
He didn’t just want to possess it—he wanted to understand it. He wanted to touch it without breaking it, and that scared him more than he’d admit.
That thought chilled him more than he expected.
Jeon Jungkook
Fuck, *he whispered, running a hand through his hair.* What are you doing to me, baby boy…❄️
Min Yoongi
Mmm.. Jungkook! What should I do with that pink hair boy?
Jeon Jungkook
Let him go for now!
Jeon Jungkook
(You're mine! Mine to care.. Mine to break.. Mine to keep!)
New characters Introduction
Jungkook's best friend as well as most trusted man
An orphan, was raised by the Jeon family
He has been working with him for 12 years
Cold, ruthless, and calculative
Best friend and soulmate of Taehyung
He is the son of Taehyung's landlord.
Park family loves Taehyung like their own child
Total cutie and soft hearted but sharp tongued
Can kill or die for Taehyung
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