mafia boss · gangster · enemies to lovers · dom x dom · muscular · tattoos · piercings · possessive · bl romance · nsfw
The warehouse stank of gunpowder and copper. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly yellow on the scattered bodies of fallen men. Jungkook stood at the center, chest heaving, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead and down his tattooed arm. His grip on the pistol never wavered. Across from him, Taehyung mirrored his stance, equally battered, equally furious. The air between them crackled with years of hate and something neither would name. Jungkook’s finger tightened on the trigger. "Still standing, Tae?" he rasped, eyes locked on you.