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...
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"Go to hell, Jungkook!" Taehyung shouted, pulling the trigger just as another shot rang out, the bullet knocking his gun from his hand and sending it clattering to the floor.
Every eye snapped toward the source of the sound. Jimin almost pulled the trigger until he recognized the attacker. "What the fuck is wrong with you boys?" Sri's voice echoed through the tense silence, sharp and commanding. "If you want to die so early, step aside—I'll shoot you myself!" Her presence radiated an intensity that filled the room, the tension thick enough to cut.
"Sri—" Taehyung began, flabbergasted as he processed how she had overcome the anesthetic drug he thought would keep her subdued.
"Not a word, Kim Taehyung!" she interrupted fiercely, firing again. The bullet whizzed past her husband, embedding itself into the wall with a loud thunk, leaving a deep dent in the cement. "How dare you take advantage of my trust?" She strode over to him with purpose, pressing the cold muzzle of her gun against his forehead, her eyes boring into his with a mix of hurt and fury.
Having been a gangster in her past, Sri was well-versed in overcoming the effects of anesthetic drugs. She had awakened clumsily after Taehyung left, her heart racing as she took the idazoxan pills she had hidden away. Knowing where he had gone, she followed his trail to the Titan mansion, fueled by a mix of anger and determination.
"I was just trying to protect you from him," he said, his voice low and defeated, hurt coursing through him. How could she point a gun at him, the man who had always tried to shield her from danger?
"I don't need protection from my own brother! Even if he is plotting against me, I'm not foolish enough to be played. I know how to show people their proper place." Her voice held such power that no one dared to interrupt her. The room was charged with an electric tension, every gaze flickering between the three of them.
"This is why I didn't want you to come to the Titan mansion. I didn't want you to embrace the darkness again. I don't want to feed that monster again." Taehyung's glossy eyes dropped to the ground, shame washing over him. He couldn't maintain contact with her icy gaze, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a heavy fog.
Sri sharply inhaled, feeling the weight of their past hanging between them. She lowered her gun. "Paboya, you don't need to worry so much," she mumbled, turning her attention to Jungkook. The Titan boss was clutching his bloody shoulder, his shirt stained a deep red. Had Sri not intervened, Taehyung would have succeeded in his attack; the bullet aimed at Jungkook's heart had struck his shoulder instead. Yet Jungkook laughed loudly, the sound jarring and unsettling in the stillness of the room. "What do you find funny here?" Sri demanded, her voice laced with annoyance.
"Foolish doctor. I provoked you, and you danced like an idiot. Your face was priceless the day we met on the road," Jungkook replied, a mischievous glint in his eye as he ignored Sri and focused on Taehyung.
