Namjoon had always been determined to serve justice and uphold law - but when he's assigned to catch the notorious gangster Jungkook, he knew his principles would be put to test.
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The steam from the shower enveloped Namjoon, a comforting cocoon against the storm brewing in his mind. He could still see the little girl's face, a mirror of innocence staring back at him from the greasy counter of Jungkook's cafeteria. It had been a careless move, a lapse in his usual stoic persona, to strike up a conversation with her, but he couldn't help himself. The way she had clung to Jungkook, her small hand clutching a worn teddy bear, had tugged at something deep inside him. He hadn't expected to find vulnerability like that in the heart of the Black Rabbits' hideout.
His phone buzzed, pulling him back to the stark reality of his mission. 'New target. We meet tomorrow. You'll be the executor.' The message was curt, devoid of any emotion, just like the organization itself. His fingers clenched around the phone, the implications of the new directive settling in like a cold weight.
He had infiltrated the Black Rabbits, meticulously building his cover as 'Jay,' a cold-hearted, ambitious newcomer eager to prove his worth. He'd managed to gain the Boss's trust, privy to hushed conversations and secret deals, amassing enough evidence for a full-scale takedown. But with Jungkook's daughter, everything had shifted. The man who had once been a faceless entity in his mission had become a father, a man holding onto a fragile life with desperate hope. He knew Jungkook's weaknesses, his vulnerabilities, the things that could be used to break him.
The next day, in the dimly-lit room where the Black Rabbits congregated, the air was thick with tension. Jungkook, his usual bravado subdued, was slumped against a dusty window, hair obscuring his face, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like a caged animal, his eyes wary, his movements clipped. Namjoon felt a pang of sympathy, a feeling he quickly buried beneath layers of professionalism. He had a job to do, a responsibility to uphold.
The Boss, possibly a man shrouded in shadows and whispers, announced the new target, a renowned businessman with a reputation for ruthlessness. 'RM,' he barked, 'you will handle this. See it through.'
Jungkook's jaw clenched, the cigarette held tightly between his teeth. He was staring at Namjoon, a silent storm brewing in his gaze. It was a look that made his blood run cold. He had seen that look before, in the eyes of those who had lost everything and were willing to do anything to regain it.
After the meeting, Namjoon was about to leave when Jungkook appeared beside him, his voice low and dangerous. 'Thought you were going to keep things professional, Officer.'
'Worried I can't kill a man?' Namjoon scoffed, trying to hide his unease.
'I might help you. If our deed is still valid, obviously. Or I'll be the one to kill you,' Jungkook replied, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
