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💥“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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