Introduction & Ep:1

...Main character:...

Jeon Jungkook (The Cold CEO)

Age:30

A self-made billionaire, is a man with a heart of ice. Cold, calculating, and emotionally distant, he's built an empire on the ashes of his past, never allowing himself to trust or love anyone. But when Taehyung enters his life, his world shifts. His intense attraction to the broken painter evolves into an unhealthy obsession, and as he becomes more possessive and jealous, he must confront feelings that terrify him. Can he truly love Taehyung without losing himself in the process?

“I don't believe in love. But for you... I'd burn the world down just to keep you mine.”

Kim Taehyung (The Broken Painter)

Age:28

Taehyung is a wealthy, successful painter, but his soul is scarred by the past. His ex, a man who treated him like property, left him emotionally shattered. After years of torment, Taehyung has built walls around his heart, hiding his deepest wounds behind his art. His ex's abuse left him with a trauma so deep that any chance of trusting again feels impossible. Taehyung is a walking red forest of brokenness, but when he meets Jungkook, he is drawn into a dangerous spiral of desire and fear, unable to escape the magnetic pull. Can he ever escape his past or is he doomed to repeat it?

“Thought I could escape love. But it always finds a way back, and it rips me apart every time.”

Lee Jihoon (Taehyung's Ex:)

Age:34

"You think you can escape me? I made you, Taehyung. You belong to me, now and forever."

...Side Characters:...

Min Yoongi (Jungkook's Right-Hand Man)

Age:32

Park Jimin (Taehyung's Best Friend)

Age:29

Lee Seokjin (Art Gallery Owner and Taehyung's Admirer)

Age:32

Choi Taehyun (Business Rival of Jungkook )

Age:29

Jeon Seojin (Jungkook's younger Sister)

Age:25

...The whole story based on third person pov ........

...Ep:1...

...CRIMSON SCARS...

The cold studio lights flickered, casting shadows over Kim Taehyung’s exhausted frame. His hands, still stained with splashes of paint, trembled as he stepped back from the canvas, studying the work in front of him. The harsh red swirls seemed to pulse under his gaze, the violent strokes of color almost... alive. The deep crimson felt like it was bleeding out from the canvas, reflecting a truth Taehyung had long hidden from himself.

Pain is the only thing I know.

He inhaled deeply, his chest tightening as memories flooded his mind. The past few years had been a blur of jagged edges and raw wounds that never fully healed. The person he had been before was unrecognizable to him now, buried under the weight of regret, trauma, and betrayal. Every time he looked at the canvas, it was like he was peeling back the layers of his own soul, exposing the brokenness beneath the art.

Could you ever really heal?

Taehyung wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing away the tears he hadn’t realized had fallen. He didn’t have time for weakness. There was no room for it in his world anymore. Not after Jihoon.

Jihoon. The name echoed in his mind, like a bad memory that refused to fade. He had been everything Taehyung thought he wanted once—passionate, charming, intense. But Jihoon was also a monster in disguise. He had broken Taehyung, shattered him into pieces, and then walked away like it was nothing.

I’m nothing but a piece of his wreckage.

The thought twisted in his chest. He couldn’t escape Jihoon’s ghost, even though the man had left him—physically—years ago. The scars Jihoon had left weren’t just on his skin, but deep inside him. The emotional scars festered, leaving him numb to anything resembling love.

In the silence of the studio, Taehyung heard the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open. It wasn’t the first time someone had come to look at his work—his art was selling, after all, and the money was always a good distraction. But the voice that followed was unfamiliar. Cold. Professional. Almost too sharp for the quiet of the space.

“Impressive,” the voice spoke, its low timbre cutting through the stillness.

Taehyung froze. He hadn’t expected anyone, certainly not someone who would interrupt his solace. His pulse quickened, his body on high alert. He turned slowly, his eyes scanning the doorway for the intruder.

A figure stood there, tall and imposing, with the air of someone who owned the room. The man's suit was tailored to perfection, crisp and sharp, an expensive shade of gray that seemed to sharpen his already intense features. Taehyung couldn’t make out the details, his mind too clouded by exhaustion and confusion to focus.

"Who are you?" Taehyung’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper, still hoarse from the endless nights of sleeplessness.

The man studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before stepping forward. "Jeon Jungkook," he replied simply, his voice calm but with an undertone of something... commanding. He paused, his dark eyes scanning Taehyung’s art, pausing momentarily on each piece. "You’re Kim Taehyung, the artist. I’ve heard a lot about your work."

Taehyung blinked, his head spinning slightly. Jungkook? The name was unfamiliar, but the way the man said it... like he expected Taehyung to know him, or perhaps even respect him. That wasn’t a feeling Taehyung was used to. He frowned.

"What do you want?" Taehyung's words were blunt, defensive. He didn’t have time for games, not now. Not when his heart was still wrapped in chains.

Jungkook’s lips curved into the faintest of smirks, though there was no humor in it. “I’m here to offer you something.” His gaze flicked back to the canvas, where Taehyung’s dark, swirling reds caught the light. “You’re a talented man, Taehyung. But it seems like you're drowning in your own pain.”

Taehyung's heart pounded harder at the words. Drowning in pain. The phrase stung, but not as much as it should have. There was no denying the truth in it. He had been drowning for years, and yet he still clung to the surface, pretending to breathe.

“I’m not interested in anything from you,” Taehyung said quickly, turning his attention back to his painting. Anything that would make this man think he had the right to offer him anything.

But Jungkook didn’t move. He stood his ground, an immovable force in the small space. His eyes softened for just a fraction of a second, though the hardness never fully left his gaze. “You don’t need to be so guarded. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Taehyung let out a humorless laugh, the sound bitter and sharp in the quiet studio.

"PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THAT BEFORE THEY DESTROY YOU."

There was a long pause before Jungkook spoke again, his voice just a shade quieter. "Not everyone is like that."

Taehyung’s eyes flicked up to meet Jungkook’s, but his face remained impassive. "I’m not like other people, either," he replied coldly.

Jungkook's eyes darkened slightly, though his expression remained unchanged. He took a step back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "We'll see. I’ll be back."

And just like that, he turned and left the studio, leaving Taehyung alone once again in the silence.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Taehyung let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. His heart was racing, but there was something else, too—a sensation, a flicker of something… unfamiliar.

For the first time in a long time, Taehyung wondered if the man who had just walked out was more than just another stranger. Maybe he was the one thing Taehyung had been running from for so long.

But he couldn’t afford to let anyone close again.

...To be continued....💜...

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