In the bustling streets of Seoul, where shadows dance with secrets, Jungkook reigns as the enigmatic leader of one of the city's most powerful gangs. His name strikes fear into the hearts of many, yet his motives remain shrouded in mystery.
Meanwhil...
The shadows whisper truths the heart fears to acknowledge....
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10 years ago :
Smoke. The acrid bite clung to Jungkook's throat, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the dizzying rush of adrenaline. The warehouse roared around them, an inferno consuming everything in its path. Panic clawed at him, each cough a desperate gasp for air, but his eyes never left his target - the fallen beam pinning Taehyung beneath.
Their friendship, forged in the crucible of childhood scrapes and teenage rebellion, was now tested in the fires of this unexpected enemy. Jungkook, older by a handful of months, felt a primal urge to protect, a responsibility born from unspoken promises and shared secrets.
"Taehyung! Over here!" His voice hoarse, he pushed through the inferno, flames licking at his clothes like malevolent tongues. Time stretched thin, each second an eternity as he reached the beam, its heat scorching his hands. Panic gnawed at him. He couldn't lose Taehyung. Not like this.
"Leave me," Taehyung coughed, his voice weak, fear lacing his words. "Save yourself."
The absurdity of it struck Jungkook like a physical blow. How could he leave? They were two sides of the same coin, their fates intertwined by years of shared adventures and whispered dreams. He wouldn't leave anyone behind, not his brother in all but blood.
With a surge of adrenaline, he dug at the debris, ignoring the searing pain in his palms, the singed hairs on his arms. Finally, with a groan of protest, the beam shifted, allowing him to pull Taehyung free. They stumbled out of the inferno, lungs burning, bodies scorched, yet alive.
But the true horror awaited them outside. The fire, a monstrous orange maw devouring the night sky, had claimed its victims. Taehyung's family, trapped inside by their own fear, were gone. The sight of their lifeless forms, twisted and charred, turned Jungkook's blood to ice.
Silence descended, broken only by the crackling flames and Taehyung's choked sobs. In that moment, their childhood bond, brittle with unspoken blame and simmering resentment, shattered under the weight of loss.
* * * * *
Their lives, before the fire, had been a vibrant tapestry woven from laughter, mischief, and secrets shared under the cloak of starry nights. Jungkook, the impulsive leader, always a step ahead of trouble, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. Taehyung, the quieter one, but a loyal shadow, his soft smile masking a quiet strength.
Their parents, figures in the periphery, were ghosts from a life before chaos. Jungkook's father, a stern disciplinarian who ruled with an iron fist, yet held a grudging respect for his son's unwavering loyalty. His mother, a gentle soul with eyes that held the warmth of a summer sun, forever worried about the scrapes and bruises her son collected like trophies.
