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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As he finally arrived at the hideout, leaving his furtive car at a wise distance, he quickly realized he was not alone. A group of intimidating-looking figures were milling about outside, leaning against their own motorbikes. Namjoon recognized some of them as part of the drug dealing crew, for the organization, he learned very soon, was divided in groups that held different roles for different type of crimes. But Jungkook himself was nowhere to be seen.
Namjoon steeled himself, stepping out of his car and striding towards the building with a confidence he didn't quite feel. As he approached, one of the figures detached from the group and approached him, a sneer on his face. "Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up," he drawled mockingly.
"Got held up on the way," Namjoon replied smoothly, keeping his tone casual despite the tension in the air. "Let me guess, everyone's already inside?"
"You guess right," the man answered, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. "You'd better get your ass inside then, the boss ain't known for his patience."
Namjoon nodded, trying to sigh as he walked through the secret entrance. He couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen, and it was all connected to the assignment he had been given.
As he made his way through the dimly-lit hallway, he heard a muffled conversation coming from the room at the end. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, but he caught the unmistakable voice of Jungkook amidst the murmurs. He adjusted his glasses slightly, ensuring that the hidden recording device was in place and functional. Satisfied, he took a deep breath and stepped into the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
The room smelled as bad as the last time, if not more, thick with the musky scent of sweat and betrayal. He noticed that several of the members were holding firearms, their hands resting casually near their holsters. It was clear that this was not a casual gathering. Namjoon felt a jolt of fear run down his spine but tried to keep his composure as he surveyed the room further.
The tension in the room was palpable, and Namjoon felt every heartbeat thrum like a war drum in his chest. The dim lighting cast shadows that danced upon the walls, creating a deceptive calm that belied the storm brewing within. His thoughts, however, were only partially occupied by the gang; most of his attention was ensnared by Jungkook.
He was standing at the far end of the room, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed. Although his face remained stoic, Namjoon could see the tension in his jaw, the tight set of his shoulders— the unvoiced concern. His jacket was left unbuttoned, exposing a trail of love bites down his neck.
