crimson veins - chapter 1 : the Boy in the rain.

The rain hadn't stopped for three days.

it fell against the glass of Jungkook's window like a heartbeat - steady, lonely, and relentless. The city outside blurred into silver streaks of light, the world reduced to water and shadows. Inside his small dorm room, only the soft hum of the radiator and the faint scratching of a brush broke the silence.

Jungkook sat before a half-finished painting. The dim yellow lamp illuminated the curve of his cheek, the streaks of paint across his fingers, and the canvas that consumed him every night.

A boy's face started back from the painting - sharp jawline, lashes long and dark, lips parted slightly as if about to whisper a secret. Jungkook

 Didn't know his name, but he'd painted him again and again for months.

Always the same boy.

always the same golden eyes.

He didn't tell anyone about it- not his professors, not his classmates, not even Jimin who sometimes peeked into his studio to drag him out for dinner. There was no way to explain it. He painted landscapes, still life, the brush somehow returned to him.

That face haunted him in dreams. Sometimes standing beneath crimson sky, sometimes surrounded by fire. Sometimes smiling, like he knew a truth Jungkook had forgotten.

And always those eyes - burning, knowing, endless.

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That day, he couldn't paint anymore. The city's hum seemed louder, the shadows restless. A strange pull tugged at him - something between instinct and calling. He grabbed his sketchbook, slipped on his hoodie, and stepped out into the rain.

The streets were nearly empty. Water pooled in the cracks of the pavement, reflecting the orange glow of streetlights like melted amber. Jungkook walked aimlessly, his steps splashing softly.

Then he saw him.

Under a flickering Streetlamp at the far end of the road - a figure stood still in the rain.

The light trembled, flashing between brightness and shadow, and in those brief moments of clarity, Jungkook's breath caught.

The boy looked exactly like the one in his paintings.

Dark hair plastered against his forehead, pale skin glistening wet, eyes gleaming faintly - gold, not brown. the rain didn't seem to touch him; it fell around him, as if avoiding his body entirely.

Jungkook froze in The middle of the street. His heart skipped. His fingers tightened around his sketchbook until the pages bent.

Then the boy looked up.

And smiled.

It wasn't a friendly smile - not quite. It was slow, deliberate, almost ancient. A smile that made the air feel colder.

    "Been a long time Jungkook."

Jungkook's blood ran cold.

He hasn't told him his name.

He took a step back, but the world tilted violently. The screech of tires cuts thought the rain - a car came sliding out of nowhere, headlights blinding. He didn't even have time to move.

A blur - a flash of gold - strong arms wrapped around him and yanked him out of the way.

They crashed into the wet pavement, Jungkook gasping, the world spinning

 His chest pressed against a body - warn but wrong, electric, too still. He looked up, and the boy was staring down at him, face inches away.

 Those eyes again - molten gold, glowing faintly in the rain.

For a moment, Jungkook swore he saw wings unfurl behind him - vast, black, and dripping crimson light like blood and fire.

Then everything went dark.

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When Jungkook woke, it was still night. His head ached, his clothes were dry, and he was lying in his own bed.

He sat up quickly, chest heaving. Had it been a dream? His shoes were still wet, mud streaked across the floor.

And on his chest - just over his chest - he saw something that hadn't been there before.

Faint, black veins. Thin as ink lines at first, but when he touched them, they pulsed beneath his skin - once, twice, like a second heartbeat.

Jungkook stumbled to the mirror. his reflection looked back - pale, trembling, eyes wide. The veins glowed faintly, just enough to be real.

"What the-" he whispered, voice breaking.

A sound made h freeze

A low voice - smooth, quiet, impossibly close.

"you shouldn't have remembered me."

Jungkook turned sharply.

there he was - standing by the window as if he had always been there. The moonlight poured over him, catching the faint shimmer of wet hair, the gleam of those impossible golden eyes.

He wasn't human. Jungkook knew that instantly - something about him bent the air, made shadows tremble. Yet he didn't look monstrous. He looked heartbeat beautiful.

"Who are you? "Jungkook whispered.

the boy tilted his head, smile curling faintly.

" Kim Taehyung."

The way he said it - calm, knowing, familiar - sent a chill down Jungkook's spine.

"What do you mean... remembered you? "

Taehyung's eyes softened, and for the first time, Jungkook saw sorrow behind the fire. He stepped closer, the floor creaking softly beneath his boots.

"Because once," he murmured,

"you swore you'd never forget me. even when heaven fell."

The lamp flickered. the rain outside stopped. and somewhere deep in Jungkook's chest, the black veins glowed red.

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