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When one wrong smile sets Jungkook’s jealousy on fire, there’s only one person who can put out the flames—Taehyung himself.
Between smoke, wet stares, and red sheets, this isn’t just a love story...
It’s a warning to anyone who even thinks of looking at him.
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Name: Jeon Jungkook Role: Mafia Prince – Lover – Possessive Flame Personality: Mysterious and silent, but burns with passion when it comes to his love. Calm on the outside, storm on the inside. When jealousy strikes, no one can stop him. Loves with everything he has—but only for one person: Kim Taehyung. Weapon of choice: His gaze – cold, sharp, deadly Signature line: "You smile at him once, and I’ll make sure you never smile again."
Title: “Scars on My Heart, Smoke on My Lips”
The red glow of the bedside lamp bled across the wall. Taehyung stood by the window, a half-burned cigarette nestled between his fingers. The trail of smoke rising from his parted lips somehow danced in sync with his gaze... a gaze locked onto Jungkook through the glass.
Jungkook hadn't put on his black leather mafia coat yet. His torso was still bare, hair damp from a recent shower, as he turned toward the bed. His eyes held something rare—possessiveness.
“Who was that guy?”
Taehyung didn’t turn his head. His voice was calm, distant.
“The new driver.”
Jungkook stepped closer. He tilted Taehyung’s chin up, locking their eyes.
“Why was he smiling so much?”
Taehyung smirked. “You’re jealous, Kook.”
Jungkook replied softly: “No. I’m just protective of what's mine.”
His hand slid to Taehyung’s lower back, pulling him closer. His body was still warm, his breath heavy. Taehyung snubbed out the cigarette, but his gaze still teased.
“Are you burning, Jungkook?”
“If I ever find out someone else is even thinking about you, yeah. I burn. But not from the inside... from fury.”
Taehyung smiled. “Then put me out.”
Jungkook didn’t blink. His eyes sliced through the dim room, focused sharply on Taehyung’s damned smile.
His other hand reached up, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around Taehyung’s neck. Not enough to hurt—but just enough to make Taehyung hold his breath.
Jungkook whispered: “Playing with fire comes with a price, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered halfway shut. His breath tangled with the sound of rain outside. His lips parted slightly. Tempting. Dangerous.
“And what if I am the fire?” His voice was dark, sinful.
Jungkook smirked: “Then I’m the one meant to tame you.”
Without warning, he crashed his lips against Taehyung’s. A kiss blazing with pent-up hunger. Taehyung didn’t resist. He melted into it like he’d been waiting years for this flame.
Jungkook’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifted him effortlessly and threw him onto the bed.
Breathless sounds. Soft thuds of bodies colliding. The room filled with heat—not just from their skin, but from love long suppressed, now finally erupting.
Taehyung whispered: “Kook... don’t look at me like that...”
Jungkook pressed his forehead against his, nose to nose, breath to breath.
“I’m just looking at what’s mine. And now... I’ll show you why no one else gets to even say your name.”
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The red glow of the bedside lamp bled across the wall. Taehyung stood by the window, a half-burned cigarette nestled between his fingers. The trail of smoke rising from his parted lips somehow danced in sync with his gaze... a gaze locked onto Jungkook through the glass.
Jungkook hadn't put on his black leather mafia coat yet. His torso was still bare, hair damp from a recent shower, as he turned toward the bed. His eyes held something rare—possessiveness.
“Who was that guy?”
Taehyung didn’t turn his head. His voice was calm, distant.
“The new driver.”
Jungkook stepped closer. He tilted Taehyung’s chin up, locking their eyes.
“Why was he smiling so much?”
Taehyung smirked. “You’re jealous, Kook.”
Jungkook replied softly: “No. I’m just protective of what's mine.”
His hand slid to Taehyung’s lower back, pulling him closer. His body was still warm, his breath heavy. Taehyung snubbed out the cigarette, but his gaze still teased.
“Are you burning, Jungkook?”
“If I ever find out someone else is even thinking about you, yeah. I burn. But not from the inside... from fury.”
Taehyung smiled. “Then put me out.”
Jungkook didn’t blink. His eyes sliced through the dim room, focused sharply on Taehyung’s damned smile.
His other hand reached up, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around Taehyung’s neck. Not enough to hurt—but just enough to make Taehyung hold his breath.
Jungkook whispered: “Playing with fire comes with a price, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered halfway shut. His breath tangled with the sound of rain outside. His lips parted slightly. Tempting. Dangerous.
“And what if I am the fire?” His voice was dark, sinful.
Jungkook smirked: “Then I’m the one meant to tame you.”
Without warning, he crashed his lips against Taehyung’s. A kiss blazing with pent-up hunger. Taehyung didn’t resist. He melted into it like he’d been waiting years for this flame.
Jungkook’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifted him effortlessly and threw him onto the bed.
Breathless sounds. Soft thuds of bodies colliding. The room filled with heat—not just from their skin, but from love long suppressed, now finally erupting.
Taehyung whispered: “Kook... don’t look at me like that...”
Jungkook pressed his forehead against his, nose to nose, breath to breath.
“I’m just looking at what’s mine. And now... I’ll show you why no one else gets to even say your name.”
Jungkook: "Touch him again, and you’ll lose more than your hand."
Taehyung (with a smirk): "You always get like this when someone just looks at me."
Jungkook (low voice): "Because you’re mine. And I don’t share."
Taehyung: "What if I enjoy making you jealous?"
Jungkook: "Then don’t cry when I remind you who you belong to."
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