FORELSKET ( ✔)

18- The Challenge of Vengeance

Jungkook stood before the cemetery, the cold and somber atmosphere weighing heavily on him. The place seemed to echo with memories and unresolved emotions. He recalled a poignant moment when Taehyung had spoken of his impending death, expressing a sense of resignation. Jungkook remembered feeling a deep sense of pity for him then, but he couldn't help but wonder if that was when his own feelings for Taehyung had truly begun to take shape.

The cemetery was now a stark reminder of Taehyung's words and the growing complexity of Jungkook's emotions. He grappled with the realization that his feelings for Taehyung might have started to evolve from mere sympathy into something much deeper. The uncertainty of whether his affection had originated from that moment of pity or from a more profound connection troubled him.

As Jungkook stood there, the chilling wind seemed to carry whispers of the past, blurring the lines between past regrets and present emotions. He was left to confront the conflicting feelings and the profound impact Taehyung had had on his life, trying to piece together the beginnings of a love that had now become inextricably linked to pain and loss.S uddenly, a bright flash of light pierced through the stillness, momentarily blinding him. Jungkook squinted and turned his head toward the source, only to find Mingyu standing there with a flashlight in hand. The harsh beam of light from the flashlight contrasted sharply with the cementy's serene ambiance.

Mingyu's voice broke the silence, carrying a weight of revelation. "A criminal always returns to the place where they committed their crime, and a lover always returns to where they were loved. I sent you to Goa with such hope—to kill Yoongi."

Jungkook's reaction was one of disinterest; he looked away from Mingyu, his expression betraying no emotion. The revelation seemed to wash over him without stirring any visible response. Mingyu, observing Jungkook's apathetic demeanor, let out a laugh. It was a harsh, mocking sound that filled the cementy's quiet corners, reflecting his amusement at Jungkook's lack of reaction.

Mingyu leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he prepared to unveil a shocking piece of information. "I'll tell you a secret," he began, his voice low and conspiratorial. "The one who killed your husband is not him; it's someone else."

Jungkook's expression shifted to one of confusion and curiosity. His eyes locked onto Mingyu, eager to understand this new revelation.

Mingyu continued, his tone heavy with intrigue. "It's another creature just like you, someone who's been committing murders in various ways. But he has a specific weapon he prefers."

He paused dramatically, letting the gravity of his words sink in before revealing the truth. "It's a screwdriver," Mingyu said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at this."

With that, Mingyu pulled out his phone and showed Jungkook a series of photos. The first image displayed a young man  with a vacant stare, her lifeless body sprawled out in a dimly lit alley. The cause of death was starkly apparent—a screwdriver was embedded deeply in her chest, the metal glinting under the faint streetlights.

The second photo was even more disturbing. It depicted a different scene, this time a young girl with a look of terror frozen on her face. She was found in an abandoned warehouse, her body showing multiple puncture wounds inflicted by the same screwdriver. The tool was visible beside her, its handle stained with blood, making the horror of the crime all too real.

Mingyu's expression was one of satisfaction as he watched Jungkook absorb the horrifying images. The revelation added a new layer to the mystery, and the grotesque nature of the weapon only intensified the gravity of the situation.

Mingyu's voice was laced with a chilling finality as he continued, "Such is the situation that the monstrous person has created. It's become nearly impossible to discern who belongs to whom and who is allied with whom."

As Mingyu spoke, he continued to show Jungkook the disturbing photos on his phone. Jungkook's eyes widened in shock and horror when he saw an image of Taehyung. The photo depicted Taehyung lying motionless on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. The sight was a devastating blow, and Jungkook's heart sank as he took in the grim reality of what had happened.

Feeling the weight of Jungkook's pain, Mingyu placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture that was both comforting and taunting. "You're angry, aren't you?" Mingyu said, his voice low and laden with malicious satisfaction. "But just as you didn't allow me to take my revenge, I won't permit you to take yours."

With those words, Mingyu turned and walked away, leaving Jungkook grappling with the painful revelation. As he departed, he threw one last comment over his shoulder, his tone dripping with challenge. "Now let's see who emerges victorious—your love or my hatred."