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 😄
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