Ruined by Love [ Taekook , Yoonmin]
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Rain poured endlessly over the city, turning the streets dark and silver beneath the neon lights. Cars moved carefully through the storm while people hurried home with lowered umbrellas and nervous eyes. Nights like this always made the city quieter.
And whenever the city became quiet, people remembered him.
𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸.
The man whose name spread through whispers instead of conversations. The man police officers chased for years yet never managed to catch properly. Some called him a criminal. Others called him a monster dressed in expensive black suits.
But the people working under him called him something else entirely.
Untouchable.
Inside one of the city’s largest underground casinos, music echoed loudly while smoke curled through the dim golden lights. Men laughed around poker tables pretending they weren’t terrified of making mistakes. Women smiled nervously while carrying drinks across the room.
Because one wrong move in this place could cost more than money.
Near the center of the casino, a man knelt on the floor shaking violently, blood dripping slowly from the corner of his mouth.
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“Please… please give me one more chance,”
he cried breathlessly.
Nobody dared interfere.
At the table in front of him sat Jeon Jungkook.
Black shirt. Tattooed hands. Sharp eyes colder than the rain outside.
He leaned back lazily on the velvet couch, one hand resting against his cheek while the other tapped slowly against a glass of untouched whiskey.
Beautiful.
That was the dangerous part.
Jeon Jungkook never looked terrifying at first glance. He looked young. Calm. Almost relaxed.
Until people noticed the emptiness in his eyes.
Jungkook
“You stole from me,”
Jungkook finally said quietly.
The kneeling man sobbed harder.
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“I-I was going to return everything—”
Jungkook
“But you still touched what belongs to me.”
Jungkook’s voice never rose. That somehow made the entire room colder.
The man crawled forward desperately.
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“Please, boss… I have children…”
For a moment, silence filled the casino except for the storm outside.
Then Jungkook smiled slightly.
Not warmly. Never warmly.
Jungkook
“You should’ve thought about them before betraying me.”
The man’s face turned pale instantly.
Jungkook slowly stood up, fixing the sleeves of his black shirt calmly before walking toward him. Expensive rings glimmered beneath the lights as he crouched down in front of the trembling man.
Jungkook
“You know what the problem is?”
Jungkook
“People always mistake kindness for weakness
Jungkook grabbed the man’s jaw firmly, forcing him to look up
Jungkook
“And I hate weak people.”
A loud gunshot suddenly echoed through the casino.
Several people flinched violently.
The man collapsed onto the floor unconscious while blood spread slowly beneath him.
Screams nearly erupted, but everyone forced themselves silent the second Jungkook looked around.
Because fear ruled this place more than money ever could.
Jungkook handed the gun calmly to one of his men before walking away as if nothing happened.
No emotion crossed his face.
No guilt. No satisfaction.
Nothing.
That frightened people more than violence itself
Jungkook
“Clean this mess,”
Jungkook’s man
“Yes, boss.”
Jungkook grabbed his coat and headed toward the private exit upstairs. His bodyguards followed several steps behind while the casino slowly returned to life again, though the atmosphere remained tense.
Everyone feared Jeon Jungkook.
But nobody knew why he truly became this way
Nobody knew about the orphan boy who once spent winters sleeping behind convenience stores because shelters were too dangerous.
Nobody knew about the teenager who learned survival by fighting grown men twice his size.
Nobody knew how loneliness slowly turned into cruelty after years of betrayal.
The city only saw the final result.
A man too dangerous to approach. Too powerful to destroy. Too empty to save.
Outside, rain soaked the streets mercilessly.
Jungkook stepped into the cold night alone despite his guards rushing to hold umbrellas above him.
Jungkook’s man
“Boss, the car is ready.”
Jungkook ignored them and lit a cigarette instead.
Smoke filled the air while he stared silently across the city skyline.
People often assumed powerful men felt invincible.
Jungkook only felt tired.
Every day repeated itself endlessly. Money. Violence. Fear. Blood.
Nothing changed.
Nothing mattered.
His phone suddenly vibrated inside his pocket.
Jungkook glanced down lazily before answering.
Jungkook’s man
“The police raided one of the warehouses,” a nervous voice spoke quickly. “But we handled it.”
Jungkook
“How many losses?”
Jungkook’s man
“One shipment.”
Jungkook’s man
“Yes, boss.”
Jungkook hung up without another word.
Rainwater dripped from his dark hair while city lights reflected inside his emotionless eyes.
Somewhere out there, police officers were still trying to destroy him.
Still trying to hunt him down like an animal.
But none of them truly understood him.
And maybe that was a good thing.
Because if anyone ever looked too closely beneath the violence and coldness surrounding Jeon Jungkook…
They would find something far more dangerous than a criminal.
A lonely man desperately pretending he no longer needed love.
Far away from the casino, inside a brightly lit police station, a thick file slammed down heavily across a desk.
At the center of the first page was a photograph.
Jeon Jungkook.
Dangerous. Wanted. Untouchable.
A senior officer looked toward the young man standing across from him.
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“Kim Taehyung,” he said firmly. “From today onward, this man becomes your mission.”
And unknowingly, the moment Taehyung picked up Jungkook’s file…
Both of their lives quietly began falling apart.
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2
The police station never truly slept.
Even at midnight, officers rushed through narrow hallways carrying unfinished reports while ringing phones echoed endlessly across the building
Rain hammered against the large windows outside, making the fluorescent lights flicker softly above exhausted faces.
Kim Taehyung sat alone inside the investigation room, silently flipping through a thick case file resting on the desk before him.
Jeon Jungkook.
The city’s most feared criminal.
Photographs covered nearly every page. Illegal shipments. Underground casinos. Crime scene reports. Witness disappearances.
And yet strangely, the picture Taehyung stared at the longest wasn’t violent at all.
It was a blurry surveillance photograph taken outside a convenience store at nearly three in the morning.
Jungkook stood beneath a black umbrella feeding stray cats quietly near the sidewalk.
No bodyguards. No weapons. No cold expression.
Just silence.
Taehyung frowned slightly.
Dangerous men weren’t supposed to look lonely.
Jimin
“You’ve been staring at that picture for ten minutes.”
Taehyung glanced up lazily.
Detective Park Jimin walked into the room holding two cups of coffee while looking half-dead from exhaustion. His blond hair was slightly damp from the rain outside, and dark circles rested beneath sharp eyes that clearly hadn’t slept properly in days.
Jimin
“I was bored.” Jimin sat across from him before eyeing the open file dramatically. “So this is the legendary mission everyone’s whispering about.”
Taehyung
“People gossip too much.”
Jimin
“Please. Half the station’s already placing bets on whether you survive.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes.
Jimin studied him carefully for a moment before speaking more seriously.
Jimin
“You know Jeon Jungkook isn’t like other targets, right?”
Taehyung
“Every criminal file says that.”
Jimin
“No.” Jimin shook his head slowly. “This one’s different.”
Silence settled between them briefly.
Rainwater slid slowly down the windows while distant thunder rumbled across the city.
Jimin lowered his voice.
Jimin
“People disappear around him.”
Taehyung
“Because he kills them?”
Jimin
“Because nobody gets close enough to understand him.”
Taehyung’s fingers paused slightly against the file.
That sentence felt strange coming from a detective.
Jimin sighed before continuing.
Jimin
“The department’s been trying to take him down for years. Informants vanish. Undercover officers fail. Witnesses suddenly refuse to speak.”
Taehyung closed the file slowly.
Taehyung
“You sound almost impressed.”
Jimin took another sip of coffee before staring tiredly toward the ceiling.
Jimin
“Jeon Jungkook built an empire from nothing. Orphan kid. No family. No protection. No future.”
Taehyung listened quietly.
Jimin
“People like that survive by becoming dangerous before the world destroys them first.”
For some reason, those words settled heavily inside Taehyung’s chest.
Because underneath all the violence listed inside the file, Jungkook’s story suddenly sounded less like power and more like survival.
Jimin noticed Taehyung’s silence immediately
Jimin
“Humanize him already.”
Taehyung
“You’re the one who started psychoanalyzing him.”
Jimin
“Yeah, well.” Jimin shrugged tiredly. “Understanding criminals is part of our job. Falling for their sad backstories isn’t.”
Taehyung laughed softly under his breath.
But deep down, something uncomfortable lingered.
Because the photograph of Jungkook feeding stray cats still remained stuck inside his mind for some reason.
As if the image didn’t belong beside all the bloodshed surrounding his name.
Jimin suddenly stood up and walked toward the evidence board hanging across the room.
At the center was another large photograph of Jeon Jungkook.
Sharp jawline. Dark eyes. Emotionless expression.
Wanted.
Jimin crossed his arms while staring at it.
Jimin
“You know what’s scary about him?”
Taehyung
“He doesn’t look cruel.”
The room became quiet again.
Jimin continued softly,
Jimin
“Most monsters look like monsters eventually. But him?”
Jimin
“He looks like someone capable of loving deeply.”
That sentence unexpectedly unsettled Taehyung more than any crime report.
Because somehow… he understood exactly what Jimin meant.
There was something strangely human hidden inside Jungkook’s eyes.
Lonely even.
Taehyung looked down at the file again.
Taehyung
“What exactly is my entry point?”
Jimin turned around immediately, slipping back into professional mode.
Jimin
“Private casino gathering tomorrow night. One of Jungkook’s business contacts owes the department favors.”
Jimin
“You’ll approach naturally,” Jimin continued. “Gain attention slowly. Don’t force anything.”
Taehyung
“And after that?”
Simple words.
Dangerous meaning.
Taehyung stared silently at Jungkook’s photograph again.
Earn trust.
The thought suddenly felt heavier than expected.
Because trust sounded personal.
Intimate even.
Jimin must’ve noticed the slight shift in his expression because he sighed quietly.
Jimin
“Don’t lose yourself in this mission.”
The concern in Jimin’s voice felt genuine now.
Taehyung
“You always say that before undercover work.”
Jimin
“Because you always disappear into your roles too deeply.”
Taehyung
“Occupational hazard.”
Jimin walked closer before lowering his voice carefully.
Jimin
“The moment criminals start feeling human to you…” His eyes darkened slightly. “That’s when missions become dangerous.”
Taehyung wanted to brush the warning aside.
But strangely enough…
he already understood it.
Because after only one night with Jeon Jungkook’s file, Taehyung no longer felt like he was hunting a monster.
Instead, it felt like he was preparing to step into the life of someone painfully alone.
And somehow, that realization frightened him more than violence ever could.
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Night arrived wrapped in neon lights and expensive lies.
The underground casino hidden beneath one of the city’s luxury hotels pulsed with loud music, cigarette smoke, and dangerous people pretending to smile at one another. Crystal glasses clinked together while money disappeared across poker tables faster than breathing.
Kim Taehyung stepped inside quietly, dressed entirely in black.
Tonight, he wasn’t Officer Kim Taehyung.
Tonight, he was simply another wealthy man looking for entertainment.
An undercover identity carefully built by the department over several weeks.
Taehyung turned slightly toward the bartender cleaning glasses nearby.
The older man smiled politely but cautiously.
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“You still look around too carefully.”
Taehyung chuckled softly and ordered whiskey before settling onto one of the velvet bar stools.
His hidden earpiece remained silent for now.
Good.
The less communication during missions, the safer things stayed.
Taehyung asked casually.
The bartender lowered his voice immediately.
Taehyung pretended confusion.
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“Oh.” He laughed nervously. “Definitely your first time here.”
Before Taehyung could answer, the atmosphere inside the casino shifted suddenly.
Like invisible tension spreading across the room.
Music still played. People still talked.
Yet somehow everyone became quieter at once.
Taehyung noticed security guards straightening instantly near the entrance.
Then he saw him.
Jeon Jungkook entered the casino wearing an all-black suit beneath the dim golden lights.
And for a brief second, the entire room seemed to stop breathing.
The photographs hadn’t prepared Taehyung properly.
Jungkook looked even more intimidating in person.
Not because he appeared loud or aggressive.
Because he looked calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm dangerous people carried after surviving things that would destroy others.
Several men followed behind him carefully, but Jungkook barely acknowledged anyone around him. His expression remained unreadable as he walked deeper into the casino with one hand tucked inside his pocket.
People lowered their eyes instinctively while greeting him.
Fear.
Respect.
Obedience.
Taehyung observed everything silently.
Then unexpectedly—
Jungkook’s eyes lifted.
Straight toward him.
The contact lasted barely two seconds.
Yet something strange passed through Taehyung’s chest instantly.
Sharp. Heavy. Uncomfortable.
Jungkook looked away first.
But Taehyung realized something important immediately.
Jeon Jungkook noticed everything.
Interesting.
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“Don’t stare too long,”
The bartender muttered nervously beside him.
Taehyung accepted the whiskey calmly.
The man looked horrified by the question.
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“That’s Jeon Jungkook.”
As if the name itself explained everything.
Across the room, Jungkook sat at a private poker table while several men spoke carefully around him. Expensive rings glimmered against tattooed fingers as he lazily shuffled cards without much interest.
Beautiful.
That was the dangerous part.
Nothing about Jeon Jungkook looked ordinary enough to forget.
Taehyung forced himself to stay focused.
This was a mission. Nothing more.
He discreetly scanned the room again, mentally noting exits, security placements, and hidden cameras exactly like training taught him.
But his attention kept drifting back toward Jungkook against his own will.
Maybe because Jungkook looked strangely detached from everything surrounding him.
Like none of this truly mattered anymore.
A woman suddenly approached Jungkook’s table nervously carrying drinks.
Her hands trembled slightly.
One glass slipped accidentally.
Whiskey spilled across the table.
The entire casino fell silent.
Taehyung instinctively straightened.
The woman looked seconds away from collapsing in fear.
She whispered shakily.
One of Jungkook’s men stepped forward immediately looking furious.
But Jungkook calmly raised a hand without even looking up.
The bodyguard stopped instantly.
Then Jungkook grabbed a napkin himself and handed it toward the terrified woman quietly.
The room looked shocked.
The woman stared at him speechlessly before bowing repeatedly in panic.
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“Thank you, sir—thank you—”
Jungkook
“You’re shaking,” Jungkook interrupted calmly. “Sit down before you faint.”
The kindness felt so unexpected that even Taehyung froze slightly.
This wasn’t matching the image painted inside police reports.
Jungkook finally looked up again.
And this time, his eyes met Taehyung’s directly across the crowded casino.
Something unreadable flickered briefly inside them.
Curiosity perhaps.
Taehyung quickly looked away first.
A mistake.
Never show too much attention during undercover work.
His phone vibrated once inside his pocket.
A silent coded message from the department.
STATUS?
Taehyung typed calmly beneath the table.
Taehyung
CONTACT ESTABLISHED.📲
Then he slipped the phone away again.
When he looked back toward Jungkook’s table—
Jungkook was already watching him.
Not threateningly.
Just… observing.
Like he was trying to figure something out.
Taehyung’s pulse tightened unexpectedly.
Because suddenly this mission no longer felt distant anymore.
Jeon Jungkook was real now.
Breathing. Watching. Existing only a few meters away.
And for the first time since accepting the assignment, Taehyung understood something dangerous:
Getting close to Jeon Jungkook might become easier than walking away from him later.
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