✨ The Devil's Darling ✨

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Morning After – Kim Mansion

The sun peeked through the heavy velvet curtains, casting faint golden lines across the dark, king-sized bed. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sweat, whiskey, and love—last night’s fire still lingering like smoke after a storm.

Jungkook lay curled against Taehyung’s chest, his bunny-like face calm in sleep. His swollen lips, faint bite marks across his collarbone, and the redness on his wrists all spoke of the lion’s hunger he endured the night before.

Taehyung, the mafia don feared across nations, wasn’t wearing his cold mask this morning. His arm rested firmly around Jungkook’s waist, holding him as if he’d never let him go. His glasses were still lying on the side table, laptop unopened. For once, his world wasn’t business, power, or enemies. It was only this boy—his bunny, his obsession.

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The Awakening

Jungkook stirred first. His lashes fluttered, lips parting in a soft yawn. He blinked up, his doe eyes finding Taehyung’s sharp jawline above him.

Jungkook (hoarse whisper, blushing):
“Hyung…”

Taehyung’s eyes opened slowly, and the second he saw Jungkook awake, his grip tightened. He pulled him closer, burying his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck.

Taehyung (deep, husky):
“Don’t move. Stay here. You’re mine.”

Jungkook giggled softly, his cheeks pink, but his heart melted at the contrast—this ruthless mafia don sounding like a possessive child who didn’t want to share his toy.

Jungkook:
“I’m not going anywhere, hyung… last night proved it.”

He kissed Taehyung’s jaw softly, trailing his lips across the faint stubble.

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The Gentle Aftermath

The night had been brutal, fiery, overwhelming. But the morning was tender. Taehyung ran his fingers through Jungkook’s messy hair, admiring the boy who once tried to run from him but now clung like he belonged here.

Taehyung (low, serious):
“Do you regret it?”

Jungkook shook his head firmly, his bunny eyes full of certainty.

Jungkook:
“Never. I left everything for you. My family, my engagement, my reputation… none of it matters. Only you matter.”

Taehyung’s lips curved into the faintest smile, his thumb brushing Jungkook’s lower lip.

Taehyung:
“Good. Because if you said yes… I’d burn the whole city until you remembered who you belong to.”

Jungkook laughed nervously, hiding his face against Tae’s chest, but he loved this dangerous side. His mafia lion.

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Outside the Room

Downstairs, the mansion buzzed with whispers. Yoongi sipped his coffee, dark circles under his eyes from the sounds that echoed all night long.

Yoongi (grumbling):
“Did they even sleep? I swear, the walls were shaking…”

Hoseok snorted, hiding his laugh.

Hoseok:
“Well, at least hyung isn’t sulking anymore. The don is back… thanks to bunny boy upstairs.”

Mrs. Kim, preparing tea, shook her head but her lips smiled faintly.

Mrs. Kim (softly):
“My son found his happiness… that’s all I wanted.”

Namjoon was busy on the phone handling police reports of Lee Rang and Kai’s encounter, but even he smirked hearing Yoongi’s complaints.

Namjoon:
“As long as Jungkook’s here… hyung will destroy anyone who tries touching him.”

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Back in the Bedroom

Jungkook sat up, the white sheets slipping down, exposing the fresh bruises scattered across his chest. Taehyung immediately pulled him back down, not allowing distance.

Taehyung (stern, possessive):
“Cover yourself. No one sees you like this. Only me.”

Jungkook pouted, bunny-like.

Jungkook:
“Hyung, you’re too much sometimes…”

Taehyung:
“Too much? No. Never enough.”

He leaned in, kissing Jungkook again, slower this time, almost worshiping.

Taehyung (against his lips):
“You’re Kim Jungkook now. My husband. My soulmate. My everything. Say it.”

Jungkook’s heart raced. He cupped Tae’s face, whispering against his mouth.

Jungkook:
“I’m yours, Kim Taehyung. Completely. Forever.”

Taehyung growled low in satisfaction, pressing Jungkook into the mattress once more, reminding him the lion’s hunger wasn’t gone—it only slept when he did.