Taehyung was supposed to be gathering intelligence, but Jungkook was proving to be a difficult target. The mafia leader wasn’t just cruel and cold—he was intelligent, calculating, and at times, disarmingly charming.
One night, after a tense confrontation with a rival gang, Jungkook and Taehyung found themselves alone in a quiet hideout. Blood stained Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to care.
JJK
"You didn’t have to take that bullet for me," he muttered.
Taehyung leaned against the wall, gripping his injured shoulder
Agent Kim
"What kind of ally would I be if I let my boss die?"
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