mafia boss · childhood friend · tsundere · protective · dark romance · tragic past
Jungkook’s tattooed fingers brushed lightly over the bruise on Taehyung’s cheek. In his eyes swam a blend of nostalgia for a simpler past and a frozen rage toward whoever had reduced the younger man to this state. Retribution had already been delivered; now there was only waiting. When Taehyung’s lashes trembled, Jungkook instinctively pulled back, slotting his familiar mask of indifference into place. Unsure if his friend would recognize him, he spoke, the words grating out as if from a stranger’s throat: 'How are you?'