Come Closer [Taekook]
Chapter 01
Mary [Author]
How are y'all doing?!
Mary [Author]
Here I am again.
Mary [Author]
With a new book.
Mary [Author]
So, you guys might have already seen in the description where this story came from. But still, let me say it again incase you didn't read the description: this story was originally created by my dear friend, Bella.
Mary [Author]
She's an author on Wattpad, and writes ffs, just like the rest of us. And she writes Minsung. (Minho and Jisung from SKZ.)
Mary [Author]
Her username is RoadToMiroh, if you want to check her stories out. I'll tell you what, it's really good.
Mary [Author]
So good. That's why I choose one of her most popular ones and recreate it and make it Taekook instead. 🤭
Mary [Author]
Don't worry, I have her permission. 😉
Mary [Author]
That being said, let's get into the story, shall we? Cause, I'm so excited to share this with you. 👀
Six times Kim Taehyung had sat across from some trembling son of a prestigious family, watched their palms sweat, watched their faces pale as he gave them the show they were never prepared for.
Six times he’d said things like:
Kim Taehyung
I kill for fun. 😊
Kim Taehyung
I get jealous so easily I might stab you in your sleep. 😇
Kim Taehyung
I ruin families like a hobby. ☺️
Kim Taehyung
I’m mentally unbalanced. Run. 😄
Six times, they had. They always did.
And Taehyung always smirked as the mansion gates closed shut behind them.
Because Kim Taehyung did not marry. Not for his parents’ business alliances, not for anyone’s expectations. He belonged to no one. To no fucking one.
But apparently his parents weren’t done trying.
Which led to today, attempt number seven.
Chapter 02
Taehyung was in a mood. A wicked one.
He’d just gotten out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, cigarette tucked between his lips, hair dripping wet down his neck. Tattoos along his chest and waist gleamed against his damp skin like inked warnings.
He could already hear voices from downstairs, his parents greeting guests, overly polite, overly cheerful.
They never sounded like that unless they wanted something. And today, they wanted him to behave. Which meant he absolutely wouldn’t.
Taehyung stared at himself in the mirror, smirked at his own reflection.
Kim Taehyung
Let’s go ruin someone’s fucking life. *Voice raspy with mischief*
Kim Mansion’s grand living room was full. And not with the nervous little boys his parents usually brought. No, this time, there were men. Five of them besides his parents.
Three were clearly brothers: one tall and elegant with long hair, one shorter blonde boy with freckles and one sharp-looking.
Another man stood behind them like a human wall, broad, expression unreadable, clearly a bodyguard.
But the one who mattered sat on the couch like a king who owned the room. Leg crossed, coat draped around him, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the edge of tattoos creeping up his collarbone.
He looked older, early thirties, maybe. Calm. Too calm. And his eyes… God. Those eyes were a slow, dangerous promise.
Taehyung stepped into the room.
Every conversation stopped.
Hwang Hyunjin
*Chokes on his own spit*
Felix Lee
*Slaps a hand over his mouth*
Jung Hoseok
*Eyes so wide they practically popped out*
Jackson Wang, the bodyguard, blinked once, twice, as if he needed to restart his brain.
His parents didn’t even flinch. They’d seen Taehyung do worse.
But the man on the couch Jeon Jungkook supposedly his fiancé number seven, just looked at him. Looked at him like he was something to unwrap slowly.
Taehyung sauntered in, cigarette between his lips, towel riding dangerously low on his hips. He dropped into the chair directly across from Jungkook, crossed one leg over the other slowly, wickedly.
Kim Taehyung
(Son of a bitch.)
Leaned forward slightly, letting the towel slip a centimeter lower. He waited for flinching, for disgust, fear, panic. The usual performances.
Instead, Jungkook smirked.
A barely-there curve of the lips, dark and confident, like he knew exactly what Taehyung was doing, and was enjoying every second of it.
And for the first time in his life, Taehyung felt something cold and electric slide down his spine.
Kim Taehyung
*Inhaled his cigarette, tilted his head, and smirked back* Well... *Voice smooth as sin* I hope you came prepared. I’m a fucking killer. A complete psycho. Mentally unstable. Jealous. Possessive. I ruin everything I touch. I don’t do marriage. You’re already wasting your fucking time.
Hwang Hyunjin
*Slapped a hand over his eyes*
Jung Hoseok
Oh my god, he’s dead. *Whispered*
Jackson stared at the ceiling like he was questioning every life choice that brought him here.
But Jungkook? Jungkook didn’t even blink. He leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the couch, and said:
Jeon Jungkook
Good. I like dangerous things.
Taehyung's cigarette almost slipped from his fingers. His parents exchanged a look, one that said finally.
Jeon Jungkook
*Continued, gaze never leaving Taehyung’s bare skin* And I don’t run.
Taehyung swallowed. It wasn’t fear. It was…something else. Something sharp.
Kim Taehyung
Well. *Purred, trying to regain control* I also have anger issues. Might put a knife to your throat if I get jealous. Maybe I’ll burn your house down. Maybe I’ll-
Jeon Jungkook
*Interrupted, voice low and amused* You think any of that scares me?
Taehyung froze. Because Jungkook leaned forward just slightly, enough for his eyes to catch the light, and Taehyung swore he saw a monster behind them. A beautiful, quiet, controlled monster.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ve dealt with killers. And you’re not one.
Kim Taehyung
*Bristled, offended* Excuse me-
Jeon Jungkook
No, you’re something worse. *Smirked* You’re unpredictable.
Kim Taehyung
*Heart kicked against his ribs* (Damn him. Damn this asshole for not running.)
Jungkook’s crew looked between them, then at each other.
Hwang Hyunjin
Is this flirting? *Whispered*
Felix Lee
No…this is a territorial standoff.
Jung Hoseok
Boss looks like he wants to eat him.
Jackson Wang
We’re all going to die, aren’t we.
Taehyung uncrossed his legs slowly, leaned forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette dangling from his fingers. He smiled sweetly. Dangerously.
Kim Taehyung
So. You’re not running?
Jeon Jungkook
*Tilted his head, eyes dropping once more to the towel around Taehyung’s hips* No. I’m staying.
Then Jungkook added, voice a warm threat.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ll have to try harder if you want to scare me away, sweetheart.
Taehyung’s pulse skipped. Because for the first time in eight arranged meetings, he wasn’t the predator. He was the prey.
Chapter 03
Taehyung could feel every pair of eyes in the room burning holes into his half-naked body as he lounged across the armchair like he owned it.
He wasn’t satisfied with Jungkook's reaction. Or rather, he was disturbed by it.
Disturbed because Jungkook hadn’t reacted at all. Shouldn’t he have at least flinched? Looked away? Coughed? Something?
But no. The man just sat there, cool as night, watching him like he was an unfolding performance. Which only made Taehyung more determined to break him.
He blew smoke toward the ceiling. Then toward Jungkook on purpose.
Jeon Jungkook
*Didn't blink*
Kim Taehyung
*Narrowed eyes* Okay. Round two.
His parents groaned in unison.
Taehyung lounged deeper, spreading his legs wider, the towel slipping scandalously.
Felix squeaked. Hyunjin hid behind Hoseok. Hoseok hid behind Jackson. Jackson wished he were anywhere else.
Kim Taehyung
*Tilted head, eyes locked on Jungkook* Just so you know, I do violence like other people do hobbies. I don’t do affection. Or stability. Or sanity.
His father sighed and rubbed his temples. His mother buried her face in her hands.
Kim Taehyung
I’ve stabbed people. Bite too. Hard.
Jungkook didn’t even twitch.
Kim Taehyung
*Glared* (This asshole- fine more.) I throw things when I’m angry. Heavy things. Glass things. The last guy almost lost an eye.
Felix Lee
*Whimpered* (Holy shit...)
Jung Hoseok
*Mouthed* Run, man, run.
Hwang Hyunjin
*Whispered* He’s lying, right?
Jungkook simply rested his elbow on the couch arm, chin on his hand, expression unreadable but faintly amused.
Jeon Jungkook
Go on. I’m listening.
Taehyung blinked. Not the reaction he hoped for. He shifted forward suddenly, leaning across the table between them until he was entirely too close, cigarette dangling from his lips.
Kim Taehyung
(This asshole got the guts to sit here and act like he owns the fucking world? Not on my watch.)
His parents watched with the dead-eyed exhaustion of people who had lived this life far too long.
Kim Taehyung
*Tapped ash onto the expensive glass tabletop* I get very attached. *Warned* Obsessively attached. You breathe wrong and I’ll be on you.
Jeon Jungkook
*Nodded, calmly. Not sarcastically, genuinely* And?
Kim Taehyung
And?! That’s not normal! What do you mean, ‘and’?
Jeon Jungkook
*Shrugged* I like… passionate people.
Mary [Author]
Hello, guys~
Mary [Author]
Trust... This story is so good. Trust me.
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It's so good.
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