when a policeman has a "more than work" type of relationship with a national criminal, you know things are about to go down.
jungkook; a skilled detective in SPD (Seoul Police Department) is too good at his job, yet this one mission takes more from...
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tae: mafia - 28
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- CURRENT TIME -
jungkook stood two meters away from his target, breath heavy and heart racing, yet his pose was unshaken, hold on his gun so firm that you could assume the gun would break any minute.
"sorry, for not being sorry," jeongguk gritted. eyes bloodshot and tired from obvious sleep deprivation. sweat coated his face, illuminated by orange hues of fire as it blazed around him. a string of blood ran down his temple, apparently from a wound in his head but he didnt feel the pain. the adrenaline pumping in his system gave him a power he could never dream of. the hate, rage, wrath in his heart blinded him.
the figure in front if him laughed. it did sound rough and dark, yet it was laced with immense sorrow. pain. "you shouldn't be," the man paused a little, taking a good long glance at the man's face before a smug look took over his own, "you've worked you butt off to be able to point that gun in my face like this, I hope it makes you happy".
jungkook stood there unphased. his heart still racing but this time, his chest tightened.
"I gave you a choice, Kim." he started, gulping down a lump he didnt know existed in his throat, "I gave you choice, and you chose to die. you, killed me once, now, is my fucking turn." he furrowed his eyebrows, despite the raging storms in his chest and core, he managed to pull the trigger once.
the figure fell on its knees, hand on its chest as they looked at the detective with no emotion. only tears brimming their eyes.
"do it!" the figure, kim taehyung, nodded, assuring the other who in a moment of weakness screamed.
"I hate you kim taehyung, I fucking hate you." jeongguk screamed as he shot another two bullets right through the man's chest.
taehyung closed his eyes. a smile on his pained face as he looked one last time at jeongguk before falling limp on the dirty grounds of his crib.
jeongguks hand fell limp. hearing a voice through his earpiece screaming at him to run away, along with sirens of the police cars, it made him nauseous as he stared at the dead man in front of him.
"I killed you with my own hands. then why am I not happy. I thought I was dead long ago, but why a dead man feels this much pain" Jeongguk murmured, a tear fell down his cheek as a group of policemen surrounded him.
"drop your weapon now!" jeongguk could hear the orders but he didnt follow. his mind was racing with a lot of questions.
what has gone wrong.
why does killing a criminal is a crime.
why haven't taehyung said anything to him.
whys and hows and many questions ate him alive. but none of them had an answer. because the only man who could answer them, was lying dead. killed by jeongguks own hands.
