The rain hit the pavement in heavy sheets, blurring the neon lights of the city. Jungkook leaned against his sleek black car, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, smoke curling into the cold night air. His sharp jaw was set, eyes dark and unreadable. The underworld whispered his name with both fear and reverence—Jeon Jungkook, the most ruthless mafia boss the city had ever seen.
But tonight, his heart was racing. Not because of a deal gone wrong or a rival gang breathing down his neck. No—tonight, Taehyung was coming back.
Jungkook’s fingers twitched at the thought. It had been three years since Taehyung disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a bloodstained note. Jungkook had torn the city apart looking for him, crushing anyone who stood in his way. And now, without warning, Taehyung had sent a single message: Meet me at the bridge. Midnight.
Jungkook should have ignored it. It could be a setup. A trap. But this was Taehyung. His Taehyung.
At exactly midnight, Jungkook arrived at the old bridge overlooking the dark river. And there he was.
Kim Taehyung stood under the flickering streetlight, his coat billowing in the wind. His face was sharper now, shadows clinging to his features, but his eyes—the same deep brown that had once looked at Jungkook with love—were still just as haunting.
“You’re alive,” Jungkook said, his voice betraying nothing.
Taehyung smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Missed me?”
Jungkook exhaled sharply, tossing his cigarette to the ground. “Where the hell have you been?”
Taehyung hesitated. “I had to disappear.”
“Bullshit.” Jungkook stepped forward, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist. “You left me with nothing but a damn note covered in blood. Do you know what I—” He stopped himself, jaw clenching.
“I had no choice.” Taehyung’s voice was quieter now. “They were after me, Jungkook. And if I stayed, they would’ve used me against you.”
Jungkook scoffed. “You think I wouldn’t have burned the entire world down for you?”
Taehyung’s gaze softened. “That’s exactly why I left.”
The wind howled around them, but neither moved.
Then, Taehyung reached into his coat. Jungkook’s instincts flared, but he didn’t react. Not to Taehyung.
A gun.
Jungkook’s breath hitched for half a second. “So this is how it is?” he murmured.
Taehyung’s hands trembled as he raised the weapon. “They sent me to kill you.”
Jungkook smirked, stepping even closer until the barrel pressed against his chest. “Then do it.”
Taehyung’s grip tightened. His body shook. But he couldn’t pull the trigger. He never could.
Jungkook reached up, his hand gently closing over Taehyung’s, pushing the gun aside. “You’re still mine, aren’t you?” His voice was barely above a whisper now.
Taehyung’s eyes glistened. “I never stopped being yours.”
Jungkook exhaled, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “Then let’s burn them all.”
And under the dim streetlight, the two men stood together—one a king of the underworld, the other his long-lost love—ready to turn the city crimson with vengeance.
