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 truth has a way of twisting even the straightest path.
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The flickering neon sign of the bar cast a garish glow on the young man's face as he nervously fidgeted in the booth. Jin, his gaze steady and unwavering, leaned forward.
"You mentioned seeing two figures running away from the warehouse that night," Jin began, his voice calm yet laced with urgency.
The young man swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. He knew the weight of his words, the potential consequences of revealing what he had witnessed.
"There was this big guy," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "Tall, broad shoulders. He was moving fast, like he didn't want anyone to see him."
A jolt of adrenaline surged through Jin. This description matched perfectly with Jungkook's father.
"And the other one?" Jin pressed gently.
Hesitation flickered across the young man's face. He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a nervous rasp.
"There was this... kid. Younger, smaller. He looked scared, lost even. He was calling out a name... I think it was..." he trailed off, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Taehyung?" Jin finished the sentence, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes.
The young man's eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah, that's it! He kept calling out 'Taehyung'."
Jin leaned back, the pieces of the puzzle finally starting to click into place. Two figures fleeing the scene - Jungkook's father, desperate to avoid being seen, and a young Jungkook, presumably searching for his friend Taehyung in the midst of the chaos.
"Did you see where they went?" Jin pressed, his voice barely above a whisper.
The young man shook his head, his fear palpable. "No. Everything happened so fast. The sirens started wailing, and I just... ran."
Jin thanked the young man, leaving a wad of cash on the table as a token of his gratitude. Exiting the bar, his mind raced with possibilities. Jungkook, a scared child amidst the inferno, searching for his friend - the image painted a stark contrast to the accusations that had tarnished his name.
He hurried back to the apartment, his heart pounding with a renewed sense of purpose. He needed to find Taehyung, to piece together the missing fragments of that fateful night.
* * * * *
Days bled into weeks as Jin and the lawyer, Mr. Park, meticulously built their case. The statement from the witness, codenamed "Witness X" for his safety, provided a crucial piece of the puzzle. However, they knew it wouldn't be enough.
Obstructing their path was the formidable influence of Jungkook's father. Newspapers, once filled with accusations against Jungkook, remained eerily silent. Mr. Park suspected foul play – a subtle manipulation of the media to control the narrative.
Digging deeper, they discovered a web of connections. Jungkook's father, through his shady dealings and backroom maneuvers, had managed to silence potential witnesses and the media.
Together, with his colleague Namjoon, Jin decided to revisit the scene of fire. The abandoned warehouse, the decaying monument to a forgotten tragedy, stood silent under the pale moonlight....
* * * * *
The warehouse loomed, a skeletal silhouette against the dying embers of twilight. Jin, his heart hammering a frantic tattoo against his ribs, adjusted the collar of his jacket. Beside him, his colleague, Namjoon, fiddled with the camera strapped to his shoulder, his usual bravado replaced by a tense silence.
"Ready?" Jin rasped, his voice hoarse from the unvoiced anxieties swirling in his gut.
Namjoon nodded curtly, his gaze flickering between the warehouse and the deserted street. "Let's get this over with."
The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of rust and the ghosts of memories. Jin inhaled a sharp breath, the acrid scent sending a jolt through him. It was the same smell that had clung to Jungkook after the fire, a constant reminder of the tragedy that had stained their childhoods.
They crept towards the building, shadows flitting in the dying light. The warehouse door, warped by heat and neglect, creaked open with a rusty groan. Jin's hand instinctively reached for the flashlight clipped to his belt, its beam cutting through the suffocating darkness within.
The warehouse was a desolate graveyard of forgotten things. Cobwebs draped the exposed beams like macabre shrouds, and dust motes danced in the intrusive light. A cold silence pressed down on them, broken only by the rasp of their own breaths.
Jin’s throat tightened. This was it. The place where Jungkook’s life had been irrevocably altered, the seed of Taehyung’s fury sown. It felt like stepping into a nightmare.
With Namjoon close behind, Jin navigated the treacherous terrain of debris and overturned crates. Each step echoed in the cavernous space, a constant reminder of their vulnerability. They reached the center of the warehouse, where the fire’s heart had once raged. Here, the destruction was most evident. The metal roof gaped open like a jagged maw, and the floor was a twisted tapestry of charred wood and blackened concrete.
Jin’s eyes scanned the scene, searching for anything, anything that could exonerate Jungkook. A glint of metal caught his eye. Half-buried under a mound of debris, a glint of gold peeked through. Jin crouched down, carefully brushing away the dust and ash. It was a locket, dented and singed, but the inscription on its cover was still discernible – ‘TK’-Taehyung Kim.
Jin’s heart lurched. This could be the key. He tucked the locket safely into his pocket, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, this locket held a truth that could rewrite their destinies.
Suddenly, a sound from the shadows sent a jolt through him. A low growl, almost inaudible, yet unmistakable. Jin whipped around, his flashlight beam snapping towards the source of the sound.
There, in the farthest corner of the warehouse, a figure emerged from the gloom. Tall and broad-shouldered, clad in black, he was a wraith materialized from the darkness. Taehyung.
Jin’s breath caught in his throat. Taehyung’s face, obscured by shadows, was an unreadable mask. But the glint of hatred in his eyes, that he couldn’t mistake.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Taehyung’s voice was a low growl, laced with barely contained fury....
[A/N: Hello Army's 💜💜💜, I'm back again...😅 thank you so much for your continuous support😭😭this month was so hectic that I couldn't concentrate properly...from now on, updates gonna be regular...Promise 🤞🏻🤞🏻...Please vote and comment so that I can understand if it's going well or not, Saranghae....😘]
