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A Dance of Broken Things || JJK. (1)

"Ugh!"

His foot sunk into his victim's abdomen, the latter launching backwards onto the ground and releasing an ugly cry into the air.

Sweat dripping into his eyes, he lunged forward, locking his gaze onto his target and pouncing on him, knocking him flat on the ground, his gloved fist raised over his head with the other squeezing his victim's neck. All he needed was one good swing, and it'd be over.

Come on...

His fist was trembling, hesitating, over the suffocating man.

Ring! Ring!

He froze at the noise of a cell phone. What?

"Hello, this is the Jeonju police department. What is your emergency?"

"A...killer..." his victim rasped underneath his chokehold.

As if being electrocuted, he realized with white shock that his victim had managed to speed dial the police from a phone inside his pocket during his hesitation, and without wasting any more time, he plunged his fist down.

He gritted his teeth as the man underneath him released another scream, the crunch of bone resounding in his ears, before the man collapsed back down, still. It was done.

But the call had connected, and the police heard the commotion. He only had minutes. Swallowing, he scrambled off and immediately cut the call on his victim's phone, crushing it with his foot, before he began digging in the man's pockets, the cigarettes, the drugs, and every scrap of cash, ripping anything of value out and stuffing them in his own pockets-

"There! The killer!"

As the beam of a blinding flashlight struck him, he quickly shoveled the rest of the cash into his pockets before shooting to his feet, hurtling down the opposite direction into the dark woods. The police were hot on his heels, and peering back, he veered left, skidding down a sharp angle, before going down the opposite way, the shafts of light spiraling away and removing the spotlight on him.

With the darkness on his side, he burst off into a lateral direction, crisscrossing, throwing leaves every which way to confuse them, before he finally burst out into an opening, the street lamps almost blinding him like the flashlights.

Sucking in air, he finally surveyed the area to see where he was. By the sight of the various street food tents and vendors lining the streets, he'd reached somewhere in eastern Jeonju, and despite how fiercely his heart pounded and mind raced, the stark contrast of the pleasant, leisure ambiance of the street caused him to freeze. Young kids and parents dotted the area, teens and young couples giggling amongst themselves with tteokbokki cups and fish cake sticks clasped in their hands.

Forcing his feet into the bustling streets to lose himself, he brought a hand up to his earpiece.

Yoongi seemed to be waiting for his call as he picked up immediately. "Jungkook?"

Jeon Jungkook heaved deeply as his eyes swept the peripheral area, wildly searching for any signs of police. "Yoongi hyung. I just finished Number Six-Hundred-Eleven, and I have the goods. But the police are onto me."

"What? How could that happen?"

Looking behind his shoulder, Jungkook quickly began scanning the vendors for any place that was busy enough for him to blend in. "He managed to dial the cops before I could get him."

Yoongi's sigh was long and disappointed. "Jungkook...you didn't take his phone first like we all practiced? And you hesitated again, didn't you? We always told you not to let emotions get to you." A pause. "Do you think you can get away?"