Pretty When You Bleed

Chapter 1: When Power Learned Silence

Jeon Jungkook did not believe in distractions.

At twenty-eight, his world was built on discipline, control, and sharp decisions that carried the weight of an empire. Jeon’s Company one of Asia’s most powerful business giants did not rise on luck. It rose on Jungkook’s cold focus and relentless ambition.

He was calm, strict, and distant.

Love was a weakness he had no interest in entertaining.

At six foot nine, Jungkook was an imposing presence broad shoulders, a muscular frame carved through years of discipline, and veins that traced strength along his hands. A black wolf-cut framed his sharp features, his jawline defined, his eyes sharper than most people could endure for long. One of his hands carried inked tattoos, dark against his skin, telling stories he never spoke aloud.

People called him JK some with admiration, others with fear.

Women followed him everywhere.

Employees, models, socialites many carried quiet crushes, some bold enough to confess.

Jungkook ignored them all with the same detached indifference. His attention belonged only to contracts, meetings, and the future of the company that had become his entire life.

Emotion was inefficient.

Attachment was unnecessary.

Few knew the reason behind that distance.

At twelve years old, Jungkook had learned what loss tasted like.

A car crash.

One night.

Two parents gone forever.

His grandfather had raised him after that stern, traditional, but present. The man who taught him strength without softness. But even that presence was gone now, leaving Jungkook alone at the top of a world that expected perfection and allowed no room for grief.

That was how he survived by never needing anyone.

Yet, there was something else beneath the calm exterior.

A temper he kept tightly leashed.

A selfishness born from survival.

A darkness that surfaced when control slipped.

And control was everything.

On the same morning, far below the glass-walled executive floors, Kim Taehyung stood at the entrance of Jeon’s Company, fingers tightening around the strap of his bag.

It was his first day.

At twenty-four, Taehyung looked nothing like the corporate world he was stepping into. Tall at six foot three, yet soft in every way Jungkook was not. His body carried a delicate contrast—small waist, gentle curves, an angelic structure that drew attention without trying. His skin was smooth, almost glowing, his black hair brushing the nape of his neck as he nervously adjusted it.

His lips naturally pink, almost strawberry-colored pressed together as he inhaled slowly.

Taehyung was shy, emotional, and kind to a fault.

He cried easily, laughed softly, and cared deeply sometimes too deeply. Yet beneath that gentle exterior was a quiet intelligence, an instinctive sharpness that surprised people who underestimated him.

He was both baby-soft and quietly mature.

Innocent, yet aware.

Employees passed him without noticing the way his hands trembled slightly, the way his eyes bright and warm like sunshine took in everything with cautious curiosity. His nails were neat, his fingers soft, his movements graceful without intention.

Everything about Kim Taehyung was softness.

And that softness was about to step into a world ruled by someone who had forgotten what gentleness felt like.

He did not know it yet.

But the moment Taehyung walked through those doors, something invisible had already shifted.

Some storms begin quietly.

Without thunder.

Without warning.

To be continue.....

Thank you for reading.

This story has only just begun,

and the darkness will unfold slowly.

I hope you stay.