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In the quietude of his home, the ex-military commander, now in his 60s, sits with a weathered countenance that bears the weight of a lifetime of experiences.
A cigarette rests between his lips, emitting a slow, steady stream of smoke that curls upwards, blending with the muted sunlight filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with a contemplative stillness, interrupted only by the rustle of the newspaper he holds in his hands.
The morning unfolds with a deceptive sense of normalcy, masking the storm of emotions that churn within the commander. The routine of the day proceeds mechanically – a cup of coffee steaming on the table, sunlight dappling the floor, and the distant sounds of a waking world.
As the ex-military commander delves into the newspaper, his eyes catch a headline about the upcoming elections and the prospect of a new president.
The political landscape, unfolding in the midst of his personal contemplation, adds another layer of complexity to the morning. His brows furrow as he contemplates the potential changes that loom on the horizon.
Amidst the political intrigue, another unexpected revelation grips his attention. A seemingly innocuous article mentions the sudden appearance of his presumed-dead son.
The commander's gaze narrows as he reads the vague details about the inexplicable return. The report leaves more questions than answers, as the whereabouts of his son remain shrouded in ambiguity.
Looking up slightly above the printed words embedded in the paper in his hold , only to be met with a sight of what seems to be a living and breathing Jungkook before him.
In that moment, time seems to momentarily freeze as his brain grapples with the incongruity between what he believed to be true and the living, breathing reality before your eyes.
" you should be dead " it's the first thing he says , gripping the paper in his hands .
Jungkook stands relaxed , leaning against the wall with one leg crossed over the order , looking around the silent bore of a home , a smirk tugging on his lips .
" You're right I should " he speaks , watching Mr jeon's breath hitch as him speaking confirms that he's really there , not an illusion.
" Trapped in a room filled with loaded bombs , searching every nook and cranny for a way out , finding one at the very last moment , a small heated passage way , due to the bombs going off I stayed trapped inside the walls of the bunker , loosing oxygen with every minute I was fighting , luckily the structure collapsed on me , few broken bones yeah , when I was finally on ruined land again , I could breathe , grasp in all those oxygen I had longed for , got taken in by a passer by , laid 3 weeks in their crib , got taken care off , took me 4 days to find my way back home , only to see my wife and new born with my mother attending my supposed funeral with an empty coffin " He says , all out .
Making steps forward , till he's close enough to touch his " father " on the shoulder " So yes , I should be dead " he repeats , eyes locking with his.
" What do you want? How did you get in? " Mr jeon is frightened , eyes tearing up as he begins to shiver , realizing the tugging thought of if Jungkook actually did make it came swimming back up , his hope that Jungkook would get lost and die somewhere now faded into nothing , realizing he has no power.
" what do you mean how did I get in? " Jungkook raises a brow , his stance too normal for someone who escaped death , newspaper in his hold as he beams.
" Ah you see that? I made a return at the news station and look at that? Word spreads fast , I'm famous " he cackles , eyes on the words.
" GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!! " He raises his voice , only to cough harshly after , hand rubbing his chest.
" easy easy old man , just stopped to say hi " Jungkook raises his arm in defense , pretending to walk away only to pause.
" But wait a minute , this is? This is my house now " He makes it known , walking back to his father seated on the chair , watching as the man's face morphs into confusion.
" Yeah , of course you wouldn't know , it would be mine in the next 2 minutes , yeah , the poison should start kicking in right about now " he grins , checking the time on his watch.
The old man's eyes widened with a sudden realization, a chilling understanding that the bitter taste in his coffee was not a mere anomaly.
Jungkook devoid of remorse, calmly informed the old man of his imminent fate. "You have one minutes left," the cold voice echoed in the room, an ominous countdown to the inevitable.
As the poison took effect, an agonizing pain gripped the old man's body. A slow and insidious process began, the venomous concoction weaving its way through his veins. His jaw tightened, muscles constricting, as if the very essence of life was being slowly extinguished.
A desperate struggle for breath ensued, the airways tightening, leaving him gasping for the precious oxygen that now eluded him. Panic set in as each labored breath became more elusive than the last. The room seemed to close in, a cruel reminder of the encroaching darkness.
With a sudden and violent convulsion, the old man toppled out of his chair. His feeble attempts to grasp onto something for support were futile, his strength waning with each passing second. Frantically reaching out, his trembling hand found an unexpected anchor – the leg of his remorseless killer.
Jungkook crouching down to the helpless man " first you feel your limbs get paralyzed , your airway blocked , feel that lack of air? Yes " he grips his collar , teeth seething as his eyes evoke a depth of hatred .
" I want you to feel what I felt! Trapped inside those walls! Buried underground for a week! I want you to feel how I grappled to breathe! I want you to feel all of it! " He spits.
As the poison continued its relentless assault, the old man's world faded into shadows, the sounds of struggle and gasps echoing in the hollow chamber.
The chilling reality of betrayal and mortality intertwined in those last breaths, leaving behind a tableau of a life extinguished, marked by the tragic irony of reaching out for salvation only to find the source of his demise.
Jungkook gets up on his feet , of course the revenge brings no end to his instilled trauma but " here lies Mr jeon jaekhyun from 1916-1976 , may he rest in ashes " Jungkook says , walking over to the phone go ring it up for an emergency.
