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It was midnight, the eerie time of night when the world seemed to hold its breath.
Shadows stretched across the dimly lit room, where Jimin sat with Jungkook, their faces cast in a low, flickering light.
Jimin's expression was intense, his brows drawn tight with a fierce resolve.
He was deeply engrossed, eyes narrowed as he plotted and scribbled feverishly on the paper before him.
Determination burned in his gaze like a wild flame; nothing and no one could deter him.
His hand flew across the paper, filling it with intricate details of his plan.
He finally looked up, his voice low but laced with excitement, "Now! My dad will return from the club—"
Jungkook cut him off, his patience visibly fraying.
His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, a telltale sign of his mounting frustration.
“Babe,” he interjected, his tone almost a growl, “this plan is too complex.
Why not just go in, eliminate him, and get him to talk?” He leaned forward, eyes dark and piercing, embodying the cold efficiency he’d honed in the mafia.
Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at the suggestion.
He softened for a moment, flashing Jungkook a teasing smile, “In a hurry, Kookie? Just hear me out.” He leaned back, crossing his arms, and continued with renewed confidence.
“My dad typically gets back around this time, totally wasted. But he’s cautious—paranoid, even—about his surroundings and won’t unlock the door easily. If he sees me, he’ll hesitate. I know there are drugs stashed in the house, something that could finally incriminate him. The plan is simple: I sneak in under the pretense of moving out to live with you. We’ll use that to grab the evidence we need.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Fine, but you’ve thought this through, right?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Absolutely,” Jimin replied, his voice a mixture of determination and defiance.
He glanced at Jungkook with a serious expression, then broke into a lighthearted laugh.
“Come on, don’t tell me you’re worried!”
Jungkook shook his head, feigning exasperation, “Not worried. Just thinking you’re a little… ambitious.” He paused, then flashed a cheeky grin.
“You’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?”
They both shared a brief, rare moment of levity.
Then, Jimin stood up, his tone shifting back to serious.
“So, let’s do this.” He walked over to grab his jacket, shrugging it on and motioning for Jungkook to do the same.
“Make sure you’re covered up. We don’t want any extra attention tonight.”
A shiver ran through him as they stepped out into the chilly night, the cold air biting against his skin and stirring a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
The streets were desolate, eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves caught in the wind.
Jimin felt the creeping dread start to claw at him as they neared his father’s house, but he forced it down, clinging to the bitterness that fueled his desire for revenge.
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