MISSION 2K (kill kim). taekook ff

⁰³. its never a secret if its a fact

Jungkook jolted awake, his chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

His broad, muscular torso glistened in the dim moonlight that filtered through the blinds, his skin tight over well-defined muscles, the faint sheen of perspiration reflecting the nightmares that clung to him.

His expression hardened, jaw clenched in anger, eyes shadowed with exhaustion.

It was always the same dream.

The one where Taehyung’s cold words echoed in his mind, over and over—

Jungkook had to die.

Two years later, and the betrayal still haunted him.

His room was as cold and dark as he felt inside.

Bare walls. No photographs. Just an empty, suffocating space that mirrored the hollowness of his life now.

It was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that presses in on you. His only companion was the low hum of the refrigerator in the next room, barely breaking through the heavy stillness.

Unable to shake the images of the dream, he threw off the sheets, his feet hitting the cold floor.

He was up before the sun, his body on autopilot.

Slipping on his sneakers and upper clothes, he headed out the door into the pre-dawn chill, the city still wrapped in the darkness of early morning. The air was sharp, biting at his skin, but he welcomed it.

Jogging through the empty streets, Jungkook’s mind tried to outrun the memories.

His breath came in steady puffs, muscles tightening and loosening with every step, each stride faster than the last.

The rhythmic pounding of his feet on the pavement wasn’t enough to drown out the echo of that night.

Taehyung’s voice.

The gunshots.

The burning caravan.

By the time he got back home, the sky was barely turning gray.

He headed straight to the shower, letting the steaming water wash over him, cascading down his toned arms and back.

His hands pressed against the cold tile as he lowered his head under the spray, trying to focus on anything but the ache inside his every cell.

But it never worked.

Drying off, he slipped into a fitted black shirt, the fabric hugging his lean muscles, and paired it with a loose fit dark cargo pants.

In the kitchen, he threw some eggs on the pan, the sizzle filling the silence momentarily.

Breakfast was quick and mechanical—he hardly tasted it as he scrolled through his phone, scanning the latest murder case on the news.

"In a shocking development, authorities are investigating the brutal murder of a young woman found earlier today in the quiet suburb of East Ridge. Police say the victim was discovered near her apartment building, and while details remain scarce, it has been confirmed that foul play is suspected. Residents in the area have been left shaken, describing the neighborhood as typically peaceful."

The camera shifts to an officer giving a brief statement to a group of journalists. whom Jungkook recognizes as his colleague, Jimin.

“At this point, we are pursuing all leads. We ask the public to remain vigilant and report any suspicious activity. No arrests have been made, but we assure you that this case is being treated with the utmost priority.”