"You’re the only thing keeping me human." Jungkook was never meant to love something this fragile.

His hands—stained in blood, accustomed to violence—were made to destroy. His enemies call him a monster, a demon, a man without a soul. And they’re right.

Except when it comes to you.

To the world, Jeon Jungkook is a nightmare. But behind closed doors, he’s the man who tucks the blankets around your shoulders when you fall asleep on the couch. He’s the one who kneels before you, pressing soft kisses to your bruised knuckles, whispering, "I’d burn this city down for you."

And he does.

Because when an enemy syndicate tries to take you from him—when you wake up in a hospital bed, eyes blank, memories gone—Jungkook becomes something worse than a monster.

He becomes vengeance itself.

But to you, he’s different.

Even when you don’t remember him, his touch is never rough. His voice is never sharp. He speaks to you in soft murmurs, treats you like something delicate, something pure. He tells you stories of a love you don’t remember, a life that feels like a dream.

“You called me your angel,” you whisper one night, looking up at him. “But you... you look like you’ve been through hell.”

Jungkook smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Because hell is living in a world where you don’t remember him.

And still, he stays. Worships you like you’re something holy. Protects you like his life depends on it. Because even if you never remember—

You are the only thing that ever made him human. Jungkook never tells you the truth—never tells you what he’s done, how much blood he’s spilled just to keep you safe. Because in his arms, you’re still his angel. And he? He’s a devil that will never deserve you.