A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
Nothing is more beautiful than the smile that has struggled through the tears...
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It was a cold winter night. Taehyung stood facing Sherly from across the gate, each flanked by a legion of gang members waiting for their signal. The tension in the air was thick, clouded by the mist of their breaths. Behind Taehyung, his men waited silently, fingers hovering over the triggers, ready to strike at his command.
Taehyung wore a jet-black leather jacket that clung to his frame, emphasizing his sharp, commanding presence. His skin-tight denim jeans and the headband around his brow kept his dark locks pushed back, giving him an intense, focused look. Twin holsters strapped to his belt carried his loaded guns, each ready for rapid action.
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On the other side, Sherly mirrored his attire—a sleek, dark jacket and fitted pants—with her long hair pulled into a high, braided ponytail, a fierce expression painted across her face.
Taehyung raised a clenched fist, signaling his army to prepare, and Sherly gave a sharp nod in response. Without a second's hesitation, their armies surged forward. The night exploded into a hailstorm of gunfire, bullets ricocheting off walls and piercing through the icy air.
Amidst the chaos, Taehyung discarded an empty magazine, quickly reloading his gun with practiced ease. His shots were precise, each aimed not to kill but to incapacitate. He struck his enemies with calculated efficiency, ensuring they wouldn't be a threat for the rest of the battle.
Through his earpiece, Jimin's voice crackled. "Right corridor, last room."
"How many men?" Taehyung asked, glancing around while checking his gun.
"About five," Jimin replied. "Any update on Sherly?"
"She's clearing the west wing," Taehyung confirmed, firing another round at an advancing enemy.
"Good. Stay connected no matter what."
"Roger that." He smirked, adrenaline fueling his movements as he sprinted towards the designated corridor.
