3 YEARS LATER
Atop a hilly mountain area, a small, secluded house blended seamlessly into the surroundings, camouflaged by lush grass and trees.
Inside, murmurs filled the air. A man sat intently, his gaze fixed on the other side of the room. He turned to the other man and impatiently asked, "How much longer must I wait? I've been here for nearly six hours."
"The process is almost complete, sir," the man replied, carefully positioning the head on a mannequin. "I just require a small sample of this person's blood to finalize the robot's configuration."
He sought permission, gazing at the authoritative figure. "Yes, you can take it," Kim Taehyung, the formidable Mafia boss, uttered.
The scene flashed back to the fateful night when Taehyung's men stormed the hospital, snatching Jungkook from his bed. They whisked him away to a secret location, confining him within a transparent, human-sized glass capsule.
For three years, JK lay motionless in bed, his memories erased by the Mafia's sinister tactics. His mind and heart were wiped clean, leaving him with no recollection of his past.
To create a duplicate robot in his likeness. The Mafia leader sought to exploit JK's unique physiology, which defied the passage of time.
Unbeknownst to the world, JK's body had been subjected to mysterious injections, suspending his aging process. His life had come to a standstill, a perpetual state of limbo. Though his body was alive, his mind remained trapped in a deep coma.
Kim Taehyung subjected Jungkook to gruesome electric shocks, driven by his obsession to create a robot duplicate.
He believed that replicating Jungkook would amplify the inner power bestowed by YN, unaware that true love's essence can't be replicated.
Taehyung's sinister plan was rooted in ignorance: true love exists only once in a lifetime. Little did he know, Jungkook's resilience would prevail.
Though Jungkook's body remained alive, his mind slumbered in a deep coma. But the day of awakening was near. Jungkook would rise, reborn from his prolonged slumber, yet with no memories of his past.
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ᗕ✧20 YEARS LATER✧ᗕ
SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY OF ITALY
In a dimly lit, eerily quiet alley, a sleek penthouse towered above. Muffled murmurs and frantic whispers escaped into the night air. Inside, a nervous aide approached his boss, his voice laced with disappointment.
"Sir, we've finalized the deal with him, but...there's a complication," he said, his eyes cast downward, avoiding his boss's gaze.
His boss leaned forward, eyes narrowing in anticipation. "What do you mean?" he pressed, his voice low and expectant.
The aide hesitated before delivering the unwelcome news. "He's planning to sell our offer to the highest bidder. And he's refusing to give us the interest we demanded."
The boss's expression darkened, his jaw clenched in displeasure. He nodded curtly, his silence conveying displeasure and disappointment.
The man shot up from his seat, slamming his fists on the table in fury. He grasped the aide's collar, his grip tightening as he spat out the words: "Get him out of my sight. Now."
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SPY GANG
FanfictionEnter a world of high-stakes espionage, where the lines between loyalty and deception blur. In this electrifying series, spies navigate a complex web of secrets and lies, where the currency of trust is constantly fluctuating. It's a realm where pass...
