TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

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AUTHOR POV :-

Namjoon, stood tall, his resolve evident in the steely glint of his eyes. Y/n's gaze shifted from her fallen tormentor to Namjoon, the emotions in her eyes a complex blend of relief, gratitude, and lingering fear.

"Oppa," she whispered, the word a mixture of acknowledgment and a plea for comfort. Namjoon approached her, gently helping her rise from the cold floor. His expression was a potent combination of concern and determination.

"You're safe now," he reassured her, his voice a steadying anchor in the storm of emotions. Y/n managed a fragile smile, her gratitude expressed in the silent exchange of glances between siblings.

Namjoon then turned his attention back to the fallen Jungkook, who was recovering from the unexpected blow. The air crackled with tension as Namjoon addressed him with a stern resolve.

Jungkook, though bearing the aftermath of the powerful punch with a bloody lip, rose from the floor with an unsettling smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Namjoon with an air of defiance.

The tension between them escalated, the room became a battleground of unspoken threats. Namjoon, prepared for whatever might come, adopted a defensive stance. Jungkook, undeterred by the previous blow, showed a hint of amusement, reveling in the unfolding confrontation.

"I never thought...my sister is livining with a murderer."

"Stay away from her," Namjoon growled, punctuating his words with a forceful punch. Jungkook, agile and evasive, retaliated with a calculated counterattack. The room echoed with the sounds of their struggle, the air charged with a palpable animosity.

"You think you can protect her?" Jungkook taunted, a sinister edge to his voice. Namjoon, fueled by the protective instinct for his sister, responded with unyielding determination.

Namjoon closed the distance between him and Jungkook, gripping the collar of Jungkook's shirt with a vise-like grip. In the charged silence that followed, the room seemed to tighten around them, the air thick with tension.

Namjoon's eyes bore into Jungkook's with a mixture of anger and concern for his sister. "You think you can manipulate and harm my sister without consequences?" he growled, the anger resonating in his voice.

Jungkook, despite being held by Namjoon, maintained a defiant smirk. "Your sister, huh? She's already entangled in the web of my secrets. There's no escaping," he sneered, his voice dripping with a sinister edge.

Meanwhile, Y/n, paralyzed with fear, watched the confrontation unfold. Her eyes darted between her brother and Jungkook, the two men she thought she knew, now locked in a dangerous struggle.

Namjoon tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white. "You won't harm her anymore. The truth will come out, and you'll pay for your actions," Namjoon asserted, his determination unwavering.

Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, chuckled darkly. "The truth is a subjective thing, Namjoon. Your sister doesn't know the full extent of it," he taunted, a malicious glint in his eyes.

Namjoon's grip tightened even more, his fingers digging into the fabric of Jungkook's shirt as he pulled him closer. The air was thick with tension, and Namjoon's determination rang in his firm declaration. "You're not going to manipulate anyone anymore. Your games end here."

With those words echoing in the room, Namjoon delivered a powerful punch to Jungkook's jaw. The force of the blow sent Jungkook reeling, but the defiance in his dark eyes remained.

Jungkook, fueled by anger, retaliated with a ferocious punch of his own. The impact landed squarely on Namjoon's face, causing him to stagger back. Y/n gasped, her hands covering her mouth in shock.