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...
No matter what comes in the life.... This too shall pass.
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"Noona?" Jungkook gasped, still lying helpless on the ground with Yejin pinning him down.
Sri turned her piercing glare toward them, her expression unreadable as she took slow, deliberate steps closer. "Get up," she commanded, her voice cold and unforgiving, each word slicing through the silence. Both men scrambled to obey, driven by an instinctive fear of the authority that seemed to radiate from her. Even after all these years, the dormant monster within her hadn't faded—it was just waiting to emerge.
"Take me to your boss." Her eyes burned with a terrifying intensity, like embers from hell's fire. Yejin swallowed, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze, his bravado dissolving in an instant.
"I hate to repeat myself," she warned, her tone hardening, and without hesitation, she raised her gun and shot him in the shoulder. His scream echoed through the room, filled with raw agony.
"I swear, I don't know anything! Please!" He dropped to his knees, the pain evident in his trembling voice as he begged, "Mercy!"
"Mercy?" she echoed, the word almost a taunt. She tilted his face up with the cold muzzle of her gun, her eyes flicking over the corpses of her Titan guards strewn around the room. "Did you show them any mercy?" The accusation cut deep, and Yejin had no answer.
"There's only two choices in the world of mafias: kill or be killed." Her voice was a deadly whisper, and she pressed her heel onto his injured hand, eliciting another howl of agony. Blood seeped from his mangled palm, pooling onto the cold marble beneath him.
"I'm—I'm sorry, please, I beg you!" Yejin stammered, his words tumbling out as his face contorted in pain. "I don't know where the boss is hiding her, I swear. But... I can tell you his next move."
"Spit it out," she demanded, voice cold as steel.
"He... he's planning to use her as bait to draw you out, to lure you into a trap," he whimpered, gasping for air as her heel dug deeper into his wounded flesh. "And he'll kill her when he does."
The words had barely left his lips when the room filled with the deafening crack of a gunshot. Silence settled as Yejin slumped lifelessly to the ground, a bullet hole centered between his eyes, the blood spreading in a dark, unrelenting pool toward her feet.
Sri's hands shook, gripping the gun tightly as she stared at the lifeless body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths shallow and uneven. All she could see was the crimson blood, dark and glistening against the floor. She had killed again.
A warm arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she felt Jungkook's comforting presence beside her. He leaned close, his voice a quiet promise against the storm raging inside her. "I'll bring her back, safe and sound, I swear. The Titans were, and always will be, your home."
