Forelsket - That overwhelming gut-rush euphoria exclusive to the beginnings of falling in love.
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In just a single day, everything Jeon Jungkook held dear was taken from him. His reason for living, his entire world, his love-Kim...
The night was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The sky was shrouded in darkness, with the wind howling through the trees and rain pouring down in relentless sheets. Occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the stormy landscape, followed by the deep rumble of thunder that echoed through the night.
A sleek car came to a halt in front of the graveyard, its headlights cutting through the darkness. A man in a sharp suit emerged from the vehicle, his expression grim and determined as he stepped out into the storm. He made his way towards the entrance of the graveyard, the rain drenching his suit as he walked.
As he approached, he noticed a group of police officers gathered near a freshly dug grave, the coffin already in place. The man stopped beside one of the officers, his gaze fixed on the somber scene before him.
"Who is in charge of this area?" he asked, his voice firm and authoritative, his eyes never leaving the coffin.
The officer, a tall man with a serious demeanor, turned to face him. "I am. Inspector Beomgyu," he replied, his tone respectful but weary as he regarded the newcomer.
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"Kim Mingyu from CBI," the man introduced himself succinctly, his voice steady despite the storm raging around them. He extended a hand in a gesture of formal greeting, his gaze unwavering as he addressed Inspector Beomgyu. The introduction was brief but carried the weight of his position and the urgency of the situation.
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Inspector Beomgyu looked at Kim Mingyu with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "I don't think we need the CBI here," he said, puzzled by the sudden involvement.
Mingyu, unruffled by the inspector's reaction, explained, "I don't have anything to do with this case or with the boy whose funeral this is. My concern is with this boy's lover." He gestured towards a figure standing motionless in front of the coffin.
The man Mingyu pointed to was drenched from the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his eyes bloodshot and red. The anguish and fury in his expression were palpable, despite the man's otherwise still demeanor.
Beomgyu frowned, clearly not understanding. "Pardon, I didn't quite follow."
Mingyu's tone hardened slightly, his expression growing more serious. "Just remember this: you need to catch the murderer as soon as possible. If you don't, and if Jungkook begins his own search for the killer, then the government will have to prepare for a much bigger issue. Jungkook's eyes are already screaming for revenge. If he takes matters into his own hands, he'll likely kill so many people that we'll have to find new places to bury the bodies."
His words carried an ominous weight, underscoring the gravity of the situation. The anger and desire for revenge in Jungkook's eyes were a clear signal that things were about to spiral out of control if justice wasn't swiftly served.
