A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
Sometime you have to accept the truth and stop wasting time on worng people
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"Are you sure you're going to do this?" Jimin asked quietly, his voice laced with concern.
Jungkook gave a curt nod, his dark eyes fixed on the towering mansion before them. "I have to save that child. If Jongki is using her as leverage, she must be important. I don't know what connection I have with her, but I can't let Jongki get his way."
The raven-haired man stepped out of the car, his body encased in a skin-tight black suit. He was armed with a pistol holstered at his side and knives carefully hidden beneath his clothes. Only Jimin stood beside him now; the rest of their men had been ordered to retreat. Jungkook wanted no one else involved. He had made a silent promise to himself to save the child—and he'd do it, no matter what. Though he felt his heart softening toward her, he kept it to himself. A gangster couldn't afford to have a weakness.
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"All set, boss. She's being held in the attic—the top room of the mansion." Jimin's voice was steady, but his sharp gaze flicked nervously between Jungkook and the sprawling estate ahead.
Jk nodded in acknowledgment. He flexed his neck, the cool night air biting at his skin. Midnight had settled in, casting a thick darkness over the mansion of the Eclipse. The moon hung high, cloaked behind drifting clouds, while the cold wind whispered through the bushes where they were hiding.
"Security's down. Alarms are disabled," Jimin added. The pink-haired male had hacked into their system, ensuring no alerts would sound.
Jungkook's gaze locked onto a dimly lit window about 25 feet above them. Without a word, he took out a rope with a hooked end. His mind flashed with the image of Taesoo's pleading face—small and scared, calling for help. He had to save her.
Gripping the rope, Jk threw the hook up toward the window sill. It latched securely with a soft click. Without hesitation, he scaled the wall, his movements silent and swift. Years of training made him agile, and in mere seconds, he reached the window. He eased it open and slipped inside.
