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...
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⚠️Gore Ahead⚠️
Jongki's spine tingled as he felt a shift in the air, the hairs on his neck standing on end. Before he could react, his body was struck with the force of a flying kick, sending him hurtling several feet across the room, crashing hard into the cold, metallic floor.
Jk landed smoothly, his feet coming to rest with the grace of a predator. He flexed his neck, loosening the tension, his eyes cold and empty, like a mirror reflecting S's deadly calm. He watched as Jongki struggled to push himself back to his feet, his limbs shaking with pain and fear. The sight filled Jungkook with an unsettling satisfaction. To see the infamous gang leader of Eclipse reduced to crawling like a half-dead insect—it was a thing of beauty. Three years. Three years of bloodshed, vengeance, and waiting—finally coming to an end. But in Jungkook's mind, an ending was simply the beginning of something else.
Jongki's hands were trembling as he crawled forward, only to come face to face with the cold boots of his enemies. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in panic as he saw who loomed above him. His worst nightmare. Jeon Jungkook stood behind him, an ironclad presence, and before him, Kim Taehyung. The two of them—his enemies—formed a deadly wall he could not escape.
Jongki felt the grip of fear tighten in his chest as Taehyung's cold eyes locked onto his. With a swift motion, Taehyung yanked him up by his hair, lifting his face to meet his glare. "You showed no mercy to a child," Tae spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even death would be disgusted by you."
Jongki's pulse hammered in his ears as he kicked Taehyung's shin in a desperate attempt to break free, stumbling back on unsteady legs.
Taehyung was a steel blade, unmoved by the kick. Blood still dripped from his previous injuries, but adrenaline surged through him, sharpening his every sense. He stepped forward, his eyes burning with vengeance, and delivered two precise punches to the sore spots on Jongki's body, the impact resounding like a drumbeat in the silent room.
Before Jongki could recover, Jungkook was upon him, his strong hands wrapping around his chest and lifting him off the ground. With a twist, he sent Jongki spiraling to the floor before locking him in a headlock. The pressure was suffocating. Jongki gasped for air, only to hear Jungkook's low voice in his ear, cold and full of venom.
"You killed a girl in front of her mother's eyes," Jungkook whispered, his breath cold against Jongki's ear. "I wish I could torture you like this every day." The words sent a chill down his spine as he felt the sharp edge of a dagger pressed against his back, the blade sinking into his spine with a sickening sound.
Jongki howled in agony, his body writhing in pain as the blade tore through his flesh. He squirmed, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't escape the grip of death closing in around him. Through the pain, he could see Taehyung standing just a few feet away, a twisted grin playing on his lips as he watched Jongki suffer.
