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Jeon Jungkook, aka JK, is known as the Mafia King of the world for good reason, he's tough, rude, and ruthless. He doesn't care about anyone except his inner circle and won't hesitate to hurt those who cross him. Love isn't in hi...
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As I drove along the dark, deserted road, my thoughts were consumed by the image of that fool, left alone at the bus stand. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake, leaving him there in such a vulnerable state. It was late at night, and the thought of him alone in that desolate place troubled me.
But why should I care? Why the hell am i even caring for? I tried to push the thought aside, reminding myself that it wasn't my problem. I had my own life to worry about, my own responsibilities to attend to. Besides, why should I bother with someone like him?
I focused on the road ahead, eager to get home and avoid any further complications. The last thing I needed was to face my mother's lectures about responsibility and compassion. It was late, and I just wanted to forget about the fool and move on with my life.
Third person's p.o.v
With that Jungkook shake his head to forget Jin's thought and focus on the driving. But still, Jin was the only thing, roaming around in his head.
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Meanwhile here, As Jin sat there on the bench, his body curled into a tight ball of fear, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that enveloped him. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that he was sure it would burst through. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the cold wind that whipped around him, chilling him to the bone.
The flickering light of the bus stand only added to his terror, casting eerie shadows that danced menacingly around him. Each time the light dimmed, Jin's fear intensified, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying to block out the terrifying world around him.
When he heard the footsteps approaching, his whole body froze with fear. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to run, to hide, but he felt paralyzed, unable to move. His stomach twisted with hunger, reminding him of his desperate situation. He hadn't eaten all day, surviving on nothing but a few packets of chips from the office cafeteria.
