💥“Blood & Silk: The Mafia Bond” – Chapter 1: The Stranger with Smoke in His Eyes

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Chapter 1: The Stranger with Smoke in His Eyes

The streets of Busan were cold that night. Not the kind of cold that made your bones shiver, but the kind that whispered danger into your ears and made the hairs on your arms stand. Neon lights flickered over the pavement like dying fireflies, and the sound of a distant motorcycle echoed like thunder rolling across an endless battlefield.

Taehyung stood at the balcony of his luxury suite, sipping wine he didn’t even like. His eyes were unfocused, staring at the world below but seeing none of it. At 24, he had everything—fame, fashion, and money—but none of it filled the emptiness that clawed inside him. He was the youngest heir to the infamous Kim cartel. Everyone feared him. Everyone bowed.

But he was tired of it.

Until the night he met him.

The party had started like any other: champagne, violins, and girls in designer dresses pretending not to notice the blood on some men’s sleeves. Taehyung was used to the fake laughs and the stares. But what he wasn’t used to… was being watched like prey.

From the corner of the ballroom stood a man in all black, leather jacket zipped halfway to reveal a V-neck that hugged his firm chest. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He just looked, like he already knew all of Taehyung’s secrets.

And that made Taehyung’s heart skip.

“Who is that?” he asked his bodyguard Yoongi, nodding toward the stranger.

Yoongi followed his gaze, then tensed slightly. “That’s Jeon Jungkook… Rumor says he’s with the rival Jeon syndicate. He shouldn’t be here.”

Jungkook.

The name felt like poison and perfume at the same time.

“Bring him to me,” Taehyung said.

Yoongi hesitated. “He’s dangerous.”

“So am I.”

Within moments, Jungkook was walking toward him, slow like a lion who had already claimed its prey. He stopped just short of Taehyung, their bodies only inches apart, the heat of their tension thicker than the wine in his glass.

“You sent for me?” Jungkook asked, voice low, deep, with a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t like uninvited guests,” Taehyung replied coolly. “Especially ones who carry guns under their jackets.”

“And yet… you sent for me.”

Touché.

Taehyung took a step closer. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s eyes didn’t waver. “Maybe I was curious what the Kim prince looks like up close. They say you're cold-blooded, but your lips look warm to me.”

Taehyung didn’t blink.

He was used to threats. Not flirting. Especially not from enemies. Especially not ones with lips he suddenly wanted to taste.

“You’re playing with fire.”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, his breath tickling Taehyung’s ear. “That’s funny. I thought I was fire.”

The room disappeared around them. The music, the people—it all faded until only they remained, suspended in a dangerous game of stares and temptation. One wrong move could mean war. But Taehyung didn’t care.

Not when someone finally made his heart beat again.

“Come with me,” Taehyung said.

“To where?”

“My private suite.”

Jungkook chuckled, deep and amused. “You gonna interrogate me, prince?”

“Something like that.”

And just like that, the door to war opened.

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The suite was dimly lit, bathed in soft red from the chandelier above. Taehyung tossed his jacket aside and poured two glasses of whiskey. Jungkook leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him like he was studying art.

“You're not what I expected,” Jungkook said.

“And what did you expect?”

“A spoiled rich boy. But you’ve got… scars.” His eyes fell to the one just above Taehyung’s collarbone. “Bullet?”

“Knife.”

“Someone hurt you.”

Taehyung looked up sharply. “Don’t we all bleed?”

Jungkook nodded slowly. “But not all of us hide it behind Versace.”

The air grew heavier. And as Taehyung walked over, their bodies aligned like magnets—dangerous, tempting, and unstoppable. He handed Jungkook a glass, their fingers brushing, sending sparks down Taehyung’s spine.

“You’re cocky,” Taehyung muttered.

“You’re curious.”

“Why me?”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Because you look like you’re waiting to be broken… and I want to be the one to break you.”

Taehyung's lips parted, not in shock, but in surrender.

In one swift motion, Jungkook closed the distance, his hand gripping the back of Taehyung’s neck, pulling him into a kiss that was both violent and tender. Teeth clashed, breaths mixed, and the taste of whiskey burned their tongues. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate.

Taehyung had never kissed like this. Never felt like this. The world spun, and for once, he didn’t care about alliances or bloodlines.

But then—

BANG!

The door burst open.

“Prince!” Yoongi shouted, gun drawn.

Behind him were masked men with machine guns and smoke grenades.

Jungkook reacted fast, yanking Taehyung behind him and pulling a gun from his belt.

“Did you set me up?” Taehyung screamed.

“Do I look stupid enough to die for a one-night kiss?”

Bullets flew, shattering glass and silence. Jungkook dragged Taehyung through the smoke, shooting with deadly precision, his protective grip never loosening.

They crashed through the back exit, into the alley, where a black van waited.

“We can’t go with you—” Taehyung started, but Jungkook didn’t wait.

He threw Taehyung inside, slammed the door, and barked to the driver, “Drive!”

Taehyung tried to fight, but Jungkook pinned him down, eyes furious and blazing.

“You think I planned this? Someone wants you dead. You’re mine now until I find out who.”

Taehyung glared. “You kidnapped me?!”

Jungkook smirked, leaning close. “No, baby… I saved you. But don’t get too comfortable. You’re in my world now.”

The van sped into the night, leaving behind blood, smoke, and the beginning of something no one could control.

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End of Chapter 1

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Chapter 2: One Night That Burned the World

Taehyung had never been the type to lose control.

He was always the one watching from the shadows, sipping expensive wine with cold fingers and colder intentions. Love wasn’t in his vocabulary—only loyalty, power, and survival.

But that night? That damn night with Jungkook?

It cracked something inside him.

The air in the van was thick with adrenaline and lust as the tires screeched to a halt. Somewhere on the outskirts of the city, away from the chaos and bloodshed, Jungkook pushed open the doors of the safehouse and dragged Taehyung inside, slamming it shut behind them.

“Sit,” Jungkook growled, still high on adrenaline.

Taehyung didn’t listen. “You don’t get to give me orders.”

“You wanna die, prince?” Jungkook snapped. “Because someone just tried to make that happen. And I just saved your royal ass.”

Taehyung shoved him. “I didn’t ask you to!”

But Jungkook didn’t move. His body was stone. Steady. Strong. And when Taehyung looked up into his eyes, he wasn’t sure if he hated him… or wanted him more.

“You think this was all about the kiss?” Jungkook murmured.

Taehyung said nothing.

“Tell me to leave.” Jungkook stepped closer. “Tell me, and I’ll walk out that door.”

Taehyung’s chest rose and fell. He should’ve screamed. Should’ve thrown another insult. But all that came out was:

“…Stay.”

The moment shattered.

Jungkook’s hands were on him again—rough, hot, hungry. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and moans, peeling away layers of silk and restraint. Jackets hit the floor, shirts followed. Taehyung’s hands ran across Jungkook’s abs, nails digging into his skin like he was trying to anchor himself to something real for once in his life.

They stumbled toward the couch, bodies tangled in heat and desperation. Jungkook’s lips moved to his throat, trailing soft, wet kisses, until Taehyung whimpered.

“Say my name,” Jungkook whispered against his skin.

“Jungkook…”

“You’re not thinking about war right now, are you?”

Taehyung looked into his eyes, half-lidded and glassy. “Right now… I don’t care if the world burns.”

The next morning

Taehyung woke up tangled in warm sheets, his body aching deliciously. Sunlight streamed through broken blinds, illuminating the tattoos on Jungkook’s bare back as he stood by the window, shirtless, cigarette between his fingers.

The moment was fragile. Almost soft.

“Why are you watching me like that?” Jungkook asked without turning.

Taehyung leaned on his elbow. “Because you don’t look like the kind of man who lets his guard down.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why did you stay?”

Jungkook exhaled a thin line of smoke. “Because for once… I didn’t want to leave.”

Taehyung felt something dangerous curl in his chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a one-night escape. Just heat and shadows.

But now, it felt like more.

Too much more.

Before he could respond, the burner phone on the table lit up, vibrating violently.

Jungkook snatched it up, eyes darkening as he read the message.

“What is it?” Taehyung asked, sitting up.

Jungkook turned, face suddenly serious. “Your brother… he’s been kidnapped.”

Taehyung’s blood ran cold.

“What?!”

“They left a message. No ransom. No demand. Just coordinates and a warning.” Jungkook tossed him the phone. “It says: ‘Come alone, or he dies.’”

Taehyung’s heart pounded. “I need to go.”

“No,” Jungkook snapped. “That’s suicide. They’ll kill you too.”

“That’s my brother! I don’t care—”

“I do!” Jungkook cut him off, stepping forward. “You think I spent all night protecting you, risking my neck, just for you to walk into a trap like a fool?”

Taehyung’s fists clenched. “Then help me.”

Jungkook stared at him, jaw tight.

“Damn it, Jungkook—please.”

The silence between them broke something open. It wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It wasn’t even just about lust.

It was personal now.

“I’ll come with you,” Jungkook said finally. “But this isn’t a rescue. This is war.”

Later that night

The location was an abandoned shipyard on the edge of the city. Rain poured down like bullets, soaking their black clothes as they approached the dock. The silence was eerie. Taehyung’s heart thundered in his chest—not from fear, but from the storm inside him.

Jungkook’s voice was low. “Stay close. No hero moves.”

Taehyung nodded, fingers brushing Jungkook’s lightly. A silent pact. If they went down, they went down together.

They found him in a shipping container.

Bloodied. Tied. Breathing—barely.

Taehyung ran forward, but the shadows moved before he could reach him.

Gunshots.

“GET DOWN!” Jungkook shouted, tackling him behind a crate just as bullets tore through the air.

From behind the walls, a dozen masked men emerged, surrounding them with raised rifles. Trapped.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat.

Then a voice came—mocking, smooth, and cruel.

“Well, well. The Kim prince and his new lapdog. What a beautiful sight.”

From the shadows stepped a tall man with a scarred cheek and devil’s eyes.

“Park Hyunsoo,” Taehyung growled. “You bastard.”

Hyunsoo smirked. “You killed my father. Did you really think I wouldn’t return the favor?”

Jungkook raised his gun. “Let the brother go.”

Hyunsoo chuckled. “Oh, the puppy speaks. Tell me, Jungkook… do you think sleeping with the enemy makes you one of them?”

“Try me,” Jungkook growled.

But Hyunsoo was faster.

He snapped his fingers.

A man raised a pistol—

And fired.

Taehyung screamed, diving toward his brother.

But it wasn’t him who was hit.

It was Jungkook.

The bullet tore through his side, dropping him to the ground.

“NO!” Taehyung shouted, crawling to him as chaos exploded. Guns blazed, and bodies fell, but Taehyung only saw Jungkook—bleeding, breath ragged, eyes trying to stay open.

“You idiot,” Taehyung whispered, tears mixing with the rain. “Why did you protect me?”

Jungkook smiled weakly. “Told you… you’re mine now.”

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💥“Blood & Silk: The Mafia Bond” – Chapter 3: Tainted Hearts and Triggered Guns

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Chapter 3: Tainted Hearts and Triggered Guns

Blood.

It was all Taehyung could smell.

Jungkook lay in the backseat of a stolen blacked-out car, bleeding through a towel pressed tight against his side. Taehyung’s hands were soaked in red, trembling as the driver sped through the city with no destination—only desperation.

“Stay with me,” Taehyung whispered, brushing Jungkook’s hair off his sweat-drenched forehead.

Jungkook gave a breathless chuckle. “You’re crying, prince.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung snapped, voice cracking. “I’m not crying. I’m furious.”

“Oh good…” Jungkook smirked weakly. “You look hot when you're mad.”

The words should’ve made Taehyung smile. But all he felt was a storm breaking loose inside him.

Because when Jungkook went down earlier—when his body hit the ground like dead weight—Taehyung’s soul shattered.

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Hours later…

A private doctor patched up Jungkook at another one of Taehyung’s hidden safehouses. The bullet had missed vital organs, but the pain left him weak.

Taehyung sat beside him the whole time, refusing to move. Watching. Waiting.

And when Jungkook finally stirred, hours later, the first words out of his mouth were:

“Where’s the bastard that shot me?”

Taehyung stood, jaw tight. “Dead.”

Jungkook blinked. “What?”

“I put a bullet through his mouth.”

For a second, Jungkook was speechless. Then he gave a crooked grin. “That’s my boy.”

But Taehyung wasn’t smiling.

“I almost lost you.”

“Yeah. But you didn’t.”

“You’re an idiot, Jungkook.”

“And you’re beautiful when you're scared for me.”

Taehyung’s hands curled into fists. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because if anyone’s going to die for you… it’s going to be me.”

The words hit deeper than any bullet.

And that’s when the kiss happened—violent, desperate, wet with emotion. Taehyung crawled into Jungkook’s lap, straddling him, pressing his mouth to his with hunger. His hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook’s fingers gripped his waist like he was afraid he’d disappear.

The kiss was fire and madness—raw, dangerous, and filled with everything they couldn’t say.

“I hate how much I need you,” Taehyung gasped between kisses.

“Then need me harder,” Jungkook growled, pulling him in again.

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Later that night

Word got out.

Hyunsoo wasn’t done. He had a new weapon: Kira, a Japanese assassin who once dated Jungkook.

And now she wanted his head—and maybe Taehyung’s too.

“You’ve got some history with her, huh?” Taehyung asked coldly, arms crossed as they went over blueprints in the safehouse war room.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Jealous?”

“Should I be? She did send a photo of herself in lingerie holding your gun.”

“That was years ago.”

Taehyung stepped closer. “Did you love her?”

Jungkook paused. “No.”

“Did you f*** her?”

Silence.

Taehyung’s heart twisted. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” Jungkook said, low and serious. “But I never looked at her the way I look at you.”

The tension was electric. Taehyung stared into his eyes, furious and burning with something deeper.

“Then show me.”

And just like that—they crashed into each other again. Taehyung shoved him against the table, kissing him so hard it was punishment. Jungkook groaned, lifting him up onto the edge, hands sliding up Taehyung’s thighs as if needing proof this was real.

“I’m not hers,” Jungkook whispered against his lips. “I’m yours.”

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The next day – The Ambush

The intel was clear: Kira would be meeting Hyunsoo’s men at the Red Lantern docks at 11:30 p.m. A shipment of weapons. And possibly a trap.

Perfect.

Taehyung wore all black—bulletproof vest beneath his silk, a knife strapped to his thigh, his eyes cold and sharp. Jungkook stood beside him like a devil in human skin—black jacket, twin pistols, and a snarl on his face that promised death.

“You ready?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung nodded. “Let’s burn this city.”

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At the docks

Gunfire broke the silence.

Smoke grenades filled the air.

Taehyung moved like a ghost—fast, silent, deadly. He slashed two guards without blinking, blood splashing on his cheek. Jungkook provided cover, spinning through shadows, shooting clean through heads like he was born to do it.

Then he saw her—Kira.

Leather boots. Black hair. A sniper rifle in her hands.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook screamed as the red laser landed on his prince’s chest.

He dove forward, slamming into Taehyung just as the bullet fired.

It missed.

But it was enough to light Taehyung’s fury.

He sprang up, running full speed toward Kira.

“You came,” she said with a cold smile.

“Wrong move,” Taehyung snarled—and lunged.

They fought like dancers—kicks, blades, fists. Sparks flew from steel. Taehyung ducked one swing, then slammed his knee into her gut. She spat blood and laughed.

“He’s still mine, you know.”

Taehyung pressed the knife to her throat. “Not anymore.”

He didn’t hesitate.

The blade slid in smooth.

She choked once—then collapsed.

When Taehyung turned, Jungkook was there, watching him.

Something in his eyes had changed.

It was awe.

And love.

“You killed her,” Jungkook said softly.

“I told you,” Taehyung replied. “You’re mine.”

Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into another kiss—deep, rough, filled with blood and lust and that high that only killing and touching each other could give them.

Their lips moved like they were claiming territory. Like they were home.

Jungkook’s hands explored Taehyung’s body as if to make sure he was still alive, still real.

And Taehyung let him.

Right there, surrounded by bodies and smoke, they kissed like war was just another language of love.

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End of Chapter 3

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